I Talked With My Conscious..

Chapter 2 It's my birthday.

January 8th..

it's my birthday.

I turned 18 th this year.

People usually like to celebrate their birthday by throwing a cool party in somewhat, melodramatic way.I prefer a small chocolate cake, that's it.Nothing more than that.

Wind's blowing, it's still winter here in Pakistan.Birds,trees,shattered leaves and my birthday.. why does it seem so melancholic? I questioned my instincts.

On lighter side, maybe it's just the fact that I'm a.. getting old? Or maybe I lost one more year from my life? Wasted time?huh...I laughed to myself. No, it mustn't be that.Maybe I think too much...better go outside.

Mareeha! Mom called as I was walking out from the back door.

Out of 24 hrs, I usually spend most of the time in complete aloofness, alone..it give me time to have a peace of mind of my own.But this loneliness which I created, separated me from rest of the world... from my parents.

Yeah Ma?

Would you be a dear and come here for a moment?Mom asked.

Sure. I said.

What would you like to eat today it's your day? Mom asked.

Would you and dad buy ma cake?I asked in a low voice.

Sure dear why not?Mom said with affection.

Anything else? Mom inquired.

No, ma. I'm going in backyard.

ok dear..

huh...

I wan't attention, I wan't it or maybe not that much or maybe...I should ask for more. I thought to myself.

Hold on! a voice said.

A voice that irritated me to the core.. A devastated one at times, I suppose. Authoritative, commanding voice.

Now what? I asked.

Why would you want more attention?It's your birthday, You haven't achieved anything so far right?

To have fun like this at times, is fine.. but look to those orphans..

ahhh... this voice...I felt so irritated.And then suddenly what I feared most..

whatever that voice spoke of.. came in terms of images right in front of my eyes, the part I hated most.

Look at them! in a strict commanding manner, the voice said.

And there it was...I was standing in a room, a dark room, I could see small orphans, one was sitting on his bed another girl, beside a window...

I tried to shake that voice out of my mind..I tightly closed my eyes.

Be careful what you wish for...voice sad.

Then in a slight dim tone, that voice disappeared somewhere, below the threshold where I couldn't hear. Sometimes that voice degraded me. I thought.

Hey! Another voice called.

It was a bit sweet but annoying at times.

I turned around, my little sister Malika, standing there.

We were quite different from one another. She had brownish hair, I had jet black. She was 5.4 feet, I was 5.6. She was cooler, crazier, music lover where as I was not much of anything. I liked being quiet while she was talkative, a total chatter box.

What! I asked in annoyance.

Happy Birthday! Your becoming an old hag day by day. She said in a mocking manner.

Am I supposed to thank you or what?I asked in annoyance.

Haha teasing ya sis, bye loser! And then she went off.

Whatever. I completely ignored.

I was still bit depressed maybe it was about time that I did something worth doing.. but what?

Authors note:-

Hey there everyone, this is my second chapter, hope it would get better later, sorry for any writing mistake that you might find.