Anita was sitting in the curtained-off window seat in her bedroom exploring through an old photo album. Her silence gave way to a sorrowful, bereaved feeling that found evidence in her facial expressions. Her dark brown eyes were cheerless and downcast; there were dark circles below her eyes which marked the lack of sleep, her forehead wrinkled with all the worries of the world, her cheeks colourless and slender, and her lips pale and chapped. Her long, black hair was unkempt and her entire body crippled. There was such a pathetic look in her body that it seemed like a horrifying Kalbaishakhi has blown through her life, breaking and scattering her world into such minute pieces that cannot be glued together with even the strongest glue of the universe.
She turned a page on the photo album. With the turn of this page, her facial expression saddened. It seemed as if she would break into hysterical tears within a moment or two. But she didn't. She turned her head to look out through the glass window. The sky was low and dark. The thick cloud, grey as the stone they pulled from the quarry, gave the monochromatic world outside a gloomy look. There was no bird singing, no bee buzzing, no flower blooming and no single soul humming a tune of joy to himself. Anita was surrounded by an aura of grey. The forlorn world outside seemed to be in complete harmony with her mood.
She suddenly felt a terrible weight on her shoulders. It was as if a giant boulder was laid on her and she couldn't straighten up. A single tear rolled down her cheek. She should have been crying, but she was too numb even to think about crying. So Anita keeps her gaze fixed on the grieving world outside which seemed to be grieving at her personal distress. As she looked outside, the photo album lying open on her lap, her subconscious mind took a walk down her memory lane recalling the fragments of her inevitable past.
[A/N
Hey friends,
It's my first attempt to write a story. So, please pardon me for any grammatical or syntax error. I hope you would like the story. Although the beginning is just descriptive, but there is gonna be a lot of twists and turn. You will come across a lot of dialogues. But for that you need to stay tuned.
Vote and follow.
Yours lovingly,
Namrata
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