24. Words- My Kin

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you wont understand

the bond i share with words

the verses of my poetry

that calms my veins

the lines of my proses

that spill itself like the august rain


when i hold the pen between my finger

to write all the hurricanes that still had lingered

the sheets of dead trees

they birth my words alive

when i take the liberty to express

I'm at peace when i write


that's who i am

words

ardent paragraph

sentences

perfectly baked with the veracious feelings

and nothing but pure emotions


thats who i am

a manuscript

a sad prose

a cathartic poem

an emotional piece of literature


and i never miss to string my nerves

and appreciate the things i love

or the people that unknowingly leave an ethereal trace

i make sure to proffer them my wordy embrace.

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It was a terrible day. I was on my way back from the institute when I stumbled and twisted my ankle. It felt like a thousand needles piercing my skin. I was sure it was broken, but to my relief, it was only a sprain. Still, it hurt like hell and I had to rest for two days. 

Dhriti and Saara bombarded me with messages, telling me how dull and boring it was without me and how they couldn't wait for me to join them again. 

I decided to give them a pleasant surprise today by showing up at the coaching center, even though walking was still a challenge. I got there early and saw Saara had already arrived. She was relieved that i was a little better, still she scolded me a bit  saying i should have rested a few more days as she just witnessed me limping a little . 

Soon enough, I heard the creak of the door and saw Dhriti walk in. She spotted me at my usual seat and her face lit up. She looked overjoyed, but something was wrong. She didn't greet Aadarsh today, which was very strange for her. She always made a point of saying hello to the three boys - Danish, Shivam, and Aadarsh - who used to be her good friends at one time.

 Aadarsh also acted as if she didn't exist and there was a thick air of tension between them. I looked at Saara, who was sitting beside me, to ask her what was the matter, but she just shrugged. What is going on?  

I was dying to ask Dhriti what was going on between her and Aadarsh, but our math teacher walked in before I could. I decided to hold my curiosity and wait for the break to grill her. 

He gave us a sheet full of questions from R.D. Sharma and I sighed. 

Those trigonometric questions from that damned book were a nightmare. He said we could discuss the questions and solve them, but we were not allowed to use the book, obviously.

 As I tried to figure out a different way to tackle that annoying question, Aadarsh, who sat in the row ahead of us, turned his head back at me with his notebook. "Have you done this one?" he asked, pointing at the fifth question. That was the same question I was stuck on. "No, I'm also trying to do it," I said. 

He leaned a little more towards the back to sneak a peek into my notebook, as I moved my head back to give him space. 

"Yeah, that formula didn't work for me either. I already tried it," he said, looking at the formula I had just scribbled to solve the question further. 

"Really?" I asked.

 "Hmm," he said and turned his head back to the front. I soon noticed how Saara and Dhriti both looked away to the other sides when Aadarsh started to talk to me and didn't glance at me even once. It was like they were purposely trying to snub him.

 Something really did happen, otherwise Saara never shuts up and it was too weird to watch her snub Aadarsh too. Aadarsh used to treat Saara like a bro and they always made fun of each other whenever they talked. Their relationship was the coolest - not very close but really chill with each other - so it was too weird to watch Saara snub him too

Confusion and curiosity filled my mind as I stayed seated, wondering What  exactly had gone wrong in these two days.

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