Pointless aims.
Hardwork.
Dreams.Purpose?
Meaning may be thriving on purpose. But that is also the beginning of purpose indeed. Just like how the raindrops hit the monochrome full of colors just to realize how colourless it is.
Just to realize how grey the world is.
2013
School, extra classes, Bath, lunch, extra classes, break, dinner, homework, sleep.
Everyday repeat.
But her parents weren't happy enough with her result. So they decided to utilize the little break she had.
Her mother: This is M sir. He'll be coming everyday after you come back home.
And from that day, she strode towards becoming a robot officially. But she loved books anyway so she never really complained.
From the next day that teacher started to come. She had a sibling. The teacher taught both of them. But he was extra attentive about her. He used to rub her arms and head in an affectionate way whenever she did something correctly. Both her sibling and she was innocent enough to not differentiate between his affection towards her and temptation.
Soon he talked with her mother to tell her that he only wants to focus on her and doesn't want to teach her sibling at the same time. She had an important exam ahead at the end of the year so her mother agreed with no hesitation. And then everyday at 4pm she was left alone with him at her home.
There was a maid at their place. But during that time the maid and sibling used to go outside and play with the neighbours, her parents were extremely busy with work so they came home late everyday. So everyday 4pm really was the loneliest time for her.
*doorbell rings*
She got up from her desk and opened the door. She welcomed M sir, he came in and hugged her. He asked her if she did all the homework. She said yes. So he kissed on her forehead while hugging her and later they studied. At first all the things he did seemed normal to her but soon she started to feel uncomfortable. Days passed and he started to come everyday, started to touch her more in an uncomfortable way. And soon she realized what he was doing was nothing even close to affection. Because he felt like an animal to her. And she was scared of him.
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Obscurity
Short StoryEvery living being is a visible illusion of invisibility to her. Because she, knows grey. And grey, Is invisible.