| 'Time' Series |
| Time#1 : Book One of The 'Secrets Duology' |
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The workings of her brain were a mystery to her own pneuma.
That's what Hinduja Rao always thought.
But, quite similar to her thoughts about her own self, was someone else aro...
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Audio Theme : Shaam Ke Saaye | Talvar |
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31 | Dear Diary (30/05/2015)
May 30, 2015
Saturday,
11:30 p.m.
Dear Diary,
When I entered 11th standard, this transfer student from Sikkim called Indrani Vishwakarma joined our batch in the second month of the academic year. She was a year younger to all of us, but her intellect said otherwise, thereby placing her in a herd of 11th grade students when she should have actually been in 10th grade.
Eventually, I saw her being subjected to bullying by my own brother and his good-for-nothing group of friends. My sister didn't like it, though. Rebellious definitely was her exterior, but soft was her core.
Moving on, I thought Indrani would succumb to fear and tears from her very first bullying encounter at the hands of my brother, but that girl fought back hard. Like a sharp knife cutting through the depths of Corundum.
As luck would have it, through out the last two years of high school, I was paired with her for many oratory and science-related events by our mentor. Come and go no matter how many turncoat events. There was this one phrase I would always hear her reiterate from time to time: 'Death and destruction, both start from the same alphabet, and both go hand in hand.'
That phrase didn't intrigue me then, but today, I would beg to differ.
I wonder what it is that hurts the most. What is it that destructs you the most?
