TAHERA

CHAPTER 1

I dragged myself to the classroom, which unfortunately is on the third floor of my block. I was late and was pretty much sure for hearing a nice lecture from my professor. At least not eating anything was pretty much helpful, now I could fill my tummy with her lecture. I entered the room to find it empty. Sadly, I will be starving, I guessed to myself.

"Tahera? Is that you? You are late again, aren't you?"

It was my professor. On the right side, no starving!

"How many times have I told you to come early? How many warnings have I granted you? How many?? Just tell me Tahera. Why can't you be regular like other students? Why can't you for god's sake be normal......" she went on and I was having my share of yummy breakfast.

She asked me to go to the theatre as today our class was being held there. I steered off to the theatre and hopped into the nearest place available. I preferred lonesome and was very much thankful to discover no one sitting beside me.

THE HISTORY OF THE ROMANTIC PERIOD

The projector lighted up and I was happy to sit there and just watch the documentary. If there is anything that interests me in this world, it is the English language and literature. The whole purpose of joining college was, so I end up getting engrossed in Shakespeare's 2 Gentlemen to Browning's Last Duchess.

But what happened was I had to socialize, and I was no good at it. College was a place where you either be the center of attraction or be nothing, and I very well cooperated myself into the second category. Initially, my classmates would try to start a conversation with me which I would reject and later they just pretend me to be invisible.

During breaks I would sit with one of my novels and pretend to be too busy to do anything. I would find my comfort zone in the books. I mean people around think I am such a loser, but only I know how much fun I have (um, not really).

After break, I returned to my class and sat in my usual place. Though I prefer solitude I don't fantasize the corner seats, I prefer somewhere in the middle. I noticed how everyone in the class was engrossed in one or the other work. I continued to read till our professor came. It was the last day of this month and so we were to provide him with our project. It was his idea that every month we be given a project and we have to complete it by the end. This month I was assigned to do a project on the 18th century clothing. I was totally disappointed. I knew I had no interest in clothes. I barely go shopping. All I need is colered kurtis, tights and some scarfs. Done, my wardrobe would look delicious. I googled and googled and presented my project as usual a day before the due date.

Soon he began lecturing us about the wars of random people. After class, he announced our next project. He had earlier told it would be a creative one. We had to do a project on the person who inspired us most. I was fine with this until he mentioned this, the person has to be someone we personally know!

Damn, there goes my A grade!

That was pretty much my college life. Nothing much changed and it was always so for the past two years. And this was my last year in college and I was pretty much used to my routine.

I went home and lay flat onto my bed. I had no one to bother me and the whole house was to me, myself, by someone's grace. I cooked up some egg and made myself a comfortable dinner. I went back to my bedroom wondering who would have inspired me the most in my life.

My mom left me last year, my sister aka Ayesha left me when I was 16 and dad left me, well lets not even go back there.

Inspiration? Who could inspire me when in the 20 years of my life I have been living like an alien. I have been invisible, just like the world was to me. I switched off my lights and went to bed, still with the idea of who inspired me. I didn't want to lose an A for heaven's sake! Heaven? Does that place even exist? My inner thought popped up. I erased the thought and came back to inspiration. Damn, something has got to inspire me or someone, but who?

A/N:

POOR EDITING. YOU GUYS GOTTA DEAL WITH IT THIS TIME. I AM ALSO SORRY FOR MAKING IT SHORT. KEEP SUPPORTING AND OH! DON'T FORGET TO VOTE AND SHARE AND COMMENT YOUR THOUGHTS!! :)

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