"One day you will wake up and there will be no time to do the things, you've always wanted to"
~ Paulo Coelho
I jerked myself into reality, leaving the haunted unconscience behind, the world which appears seemingly obscure whilst I'm awake but irritably rational whilst I'm asleep. My recurring nightmare, the kind which indirectly relates to my existence, comes streaming before my eyes and jolts me awake.
It is 3 am in the morning. Everyone else is asleep. My insomniac puppies snore incessantly. Their sound offers much needed comfort. I lay down and try to go off to sleep but am unable to do so. So I resort to my favourite hobby, one which I'm particularly not proud of ; overthinking or procrastination.
In plain and simple words, I think about almost everything, that too with the same intensity; irrespective of the topic. I accord the same recognition to the problems of starvation and war, as I accord to the awful substance which I ate as a meal. I consider the decision regarding my career plans as important as the dress I ought to wear for my best friend's birthday party. Thoughts circulate my mind like the earth which circulates the sun; monotonous yet persistent.
Well, I really feel I ought to introduce myself so as to repeal the ambiguity of my thoughts. My name is Noor. Some say that I've been named after the fierce yet calculating British-Indian spy who is considered the epitome of feminist bravery, while some believe that my name has been borrowed from Jahangir's enthralling queen, Noor Jehan.
Nevertheless, my personality is quite unlike theirs
What I am, is generic. My personality is no different from any other teenager you may pass on the street. I'm your everyday nerd, anime and K-Pop aficionado with a good sense of sarcasm. A groan is my greatest defense and a middle finger is my most offensive tactic. I have a normal family and an extraordinary bunch of friends. My books are my greatest refuge and I fangirl to the hilt. I see myself as a typical, condescending yet sensitive and considerate teenager who seems confused even in the most simplest of situations.
In a minute, I snap out of my revelations. I hear something! Something peculier, almost ominous. Is this reality or a figment of my imagination? I am yet to discover it, its source and its repurcussions
Hey guys, here is the first chapter of my first venture. Seems like a day of first experiences!! Anyway, i'm super excited to read anything anyone has to say about it. Honest criticism is always favoured and an occasional vote is welcomed with virtual hugs and kisses
XOXOXO
~Avantika
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My Nurtured Complacency
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