It's a tale unaltered by time or memory, true to what happened in reality.
We all have read about carefree boy and introvert girl trope penned by authors but how was it in real life ?
As you delve into these pages, at end of my each poetry , I'll s...
to be a bride, to be a wife, they say, is a lady's priceless prize. but how can it be, when its not a choice, to turn into
that selfless serving device. call me a cynic , for i see my death in disguise. my wilderness feels threatened, for that's where all the limitations arise.
perhaps its a lie, so eloquently adorned with the pearls and gold , but I've read plenty tragedies it birthed, leaving her bones bereft of soul.
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Dated- 7/4/23
I have this extreme phobia of getting married. I don't know why the thought of marrying someone almost feels suffocating and pushes me on the verge of anxiety.
It was a beautiful summer afternoon, in stark contrast to our painfully dull chemistry lecture. Dhriti had devised a plan to communicate during class by writing notes in the back of our registers. Saara flatly refused to participate, convinced that it would land us in deep trouble. But Dhriti was too relaxed to care.
As I struggled to keep my eyes open during an excruciatingly tedious history lesson, Dhriti slid her register towards me. I glanced at the teacher before feigning note-taking as I read her message.
I wish i could get out of here. This is so boring, she had scrawled in her elegant handwriting.
Me too, I wrote back hesitantly and pushed the register towards her. But I think I should really focus on the lecture, especially after performing poorly on yesterday's exam.
Dhriti gave me a disbelieving look and shook her head before furiously scribbling a response. You hadn't even heard of those chapters. How could you have done well on that ridiculous surprise test? You're impossible, Sanya.
My name is Sania, but everyone there pronounces it as Sanya. My friends were at least familiar with the spelling, but Dhriti was so accustomed to saying my name with a "y" that I never bothered to correct her.
I sighed, knowing she was right. No one enjoys performing poorly on an exam, but perhaps I was simply stressing over trivial matters.
Yeah, maybe you're right, I replied as I passed the register back to her.
Relax, you'll be fine, she wrote back. By the way, I never asked. Do you have a boyfriend?
i didn't see that coming ,No, I don't, I wrote back. What about you?
as i passed her the register , she scribbled something with a stupid smile on her face ,looks like someone is in love.
