In the mornings when the dew is fresh on the grass, I can see my mother dancing in our backyard in an unearthly bliss.
I watch her drowsily as time too stops to watch her heavenly dance.
Over the years I have learnt many things and one of them is talking to anyone with pretentious empathy while being completely apathetic.
It is such an unnatural development in me.
I find it queer when I laugh at jokes which I don't find funny or help someone with pretentious selflessness while being completely sceptical, and talk to someone like a friend even when I am least interested in them.
It gives wrong signals to people.
Some consider me to be the best person out there, while some are utterly disgusted.
It surprises me that I am not bothered.
Nothing makes a dent in the armour I have adorned.
I am simply living my life—slowly, steadily, peacefully--just like my mother wanted me to.
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Pocket full of stars
RomanceIt's a story of two people who meet each other at their weakest point. However, instead of becoming each other's strength, they become each other's object of pain and suffering. Rahi is a traumatized woman being haunted by the abnormal nature of he...
