Decided to leave.Destined to meet. (On Hold)

CHAPTER 2:THOUGHTS AND REALITY

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you
~MAYA ANGELOU
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Previously in DTLDTM..

The rising aurora bewitched me, I rushed to the verandah with a presumption of getting the finest view but as I stepped in, the view in front of my eyes wasn't what I expected.
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The elegant-clumsy lady was sitting with her legs close to her heart and wailing as though her heart would break.

"Are you..

I exerted myself to ask if she was okay in a loud voice but I stopped myself from doing so since I thought it would look inappropriate.

I chose to stay and observe her.

She sat there holding some papers in her hand and weeping on them.

I don't know her and I don't know the reasons behind her tears but her everyday-changing personality induced curiosity inside of me.

As the day peeped through the darkness and the night started to fade away, she unexpectedly summoned her emotions, assembled all her broken pieces and stood upright.

Her gaze was fixed on the rising aurora but her hand showed movement and reached her eyes as she rubbed them to wipe off all her tears.

She then brought an unforseen wide smile on her face which left me puzzled. What kind of a person is she? Is she mad or something? Is she herself suffering from a psychological disease? I could do nothing but wonder.

I came inside my room but her mystery didn't let me go. Inside my mind, I still stood on the verandah thinking about possible reasons of the tears that she shed.

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In the afternoon..

I held my head. I have never been this disappointed with myself. How can I not find a single information about this man besides his name?

Psychology is not my cup of tea. I stood helpless beside the man, running hands through my hair.

"Would you mind if I help you?" I was taken aback by the same adenoidal voice. Her abrupt approach startled me.

She was calm and polite. "Yeah sure, why would I? Moreover I'm really bad at this." I ran hands through my hair and she let out a small laugh.

"Excuse me sir." She spoke to the elderly man whose name was Mukhtasar.

"I don't wish to talk to anybody."

"Why not sir? Every person standing in this room wants to talk to the man who possesses undying beauty."

"Huh. Don't make a joke out of me. Leave me alone."

"Look at the queue waiting for your autograph and lay your eyes on everyone's hat, they're trying to imitate you."

There was literally a queue and every person held a pen and a paper in their hand. I had no idea what she was doing.

"Are they really waiting for me?"

"Oh yes they are." She held her arm and helped him stand up. She walked him towards the line where he gave everyone autographs and people took pictures with him.

I looked at them, dumbfounded.

After she completed what she was up to she came to me. She avoided looking at me and hence, her eyes were fixed to the ground.

"You might be confused." She spoke, still not looking at me.

"I absolutely am."

"He was a borderline personality disorder patient."