T a l e o f t e a r s

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(n.) Things better left unsaid; matters to be passed over in silence.

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Mariyam loved the rain.

Sitting on the bed with laptop placed on her pillow tower, she has been working on her new assignment for about three hours non stop and you could say that the rythm of falling rain on her window had calmed her nerves. After typing away the last sentence she finally exhaled a lot of breath and lied back with the bed squeaking on the action. Maryam sighed in relief, the assignment was to collect information about all award winning photographers and their story. It was a tiring job, if wanted she could have googled but her boss hates it and wants everything reviewed from a library itself.

So she had to read like fifty biographies and journals and then write an all around review. But she knew why her boss made her do this, through this way she was able to learn the struggles and study the path that led them to become a photographer. But if she had googled it wouldn't be accurate and wouldn't bring any light to her. She had quit being the teacher of little daffodils because of various reasons and one was Maryam's dream to become a photographer and she's trying so hard to chase the dream. And now she's an intern at a media company and has a long way to go.

She turned to her side and watched the rain drop on her window door. She remembered something, as a kid how her brothers and herself would play a racing game on which drop of water would reach down first. Maryam laughed at the memory as she remembered how Muhammed, her third elder brother would always wipe her drop away just to tease her. Muhammad was the most annoying one and his target had always been Maryam but now Maryam missed Muhammad, she missed his teases and his annoying self.

She looked around her small room, the standing mirror at the corner which she decorated with fairy lights, the small book shelf she made by herself filled with photography magazines, motivational books and few novels. The small wardrobe and the study table. Her walls were filled with Polaroids and even Maryam doesn't know just how much of them are hanging. The best part of her small room was her ceiling and it was filled with stars. There were stars hanging around on thread and stars drew around the ceiling too. It was the beautiful view and she could never get tired by looking at them.

She snapped out from her reverie when her phone went off. Still lying on the bed she lazily took her phone and seeing the caller ID her lips was graced with a sudden smile. For few minutes Mariyam stared at the women in the Caller ID picture. In it, the women was looking straight at the camera while holding snow in both of her hands. Her smile was so radiant and beautiful. Maryam looked at the crystal dark blue eyes which never failed to mesmerise her. It was her favourite time of the year, Maryam thought while smiling and answered the call before it ended. The other reason that she ended going to little daffodils was her best friend not being there and also she was inspired by how her best friend is chasing her dream.

"Assalamu alaikum Izzy !" Maryam said with her usual chirpy and happy sound. Phone calls with her best friend was the best part of Maryam's day. Its been months since she saw her Izzy and only these phone calls was a way to hold on to her best friend.

"Wa'alaikumussalam Maryu." Izza replied back and Maryam was able to catch the depressed tone even before Izza could change it.