A girl, Priyanka Chopra, being one of the friendliest and down-to-earth human is the one who loves equality. But is the world also fair to her ? Do they also equal the amount of her love and care ? Her depression and sucidial thoughts are ceased whe...
Tomorrow is my first final paper of college. It's 9 p.m, few hours left for the exam to start. I have poor preparation for it. I haven't slept from four nights as I am stuck in insomnia and today my parents fought and their defeaning voices are still echoing inside my mind. How can I prepare my exam with a heavy mind full of burden ? I am nor a magician neither Isaac Newton. As I kept learning the historical dates of the invasion of Alexander the Great, my mind drifted towards my first day of college. The initial days. The initial two months. Spent with my first and last love Haider and my bestest friend Ella. I haven't fallen in love since nor made any friend after that day. They were my first and last ones.
I laid stuck in the memories for the following two hours, forgetful of my exam's preparation. I missed my Haider uncontrollably. Tears parted down my cheeks. Ah, I am a cry baby. Crying helped me. It refreshed my mind and decreased the burden in my mind. It felt like a strong gush of water had removed a stone from within my mind. I continued to study and completed the preparation.
With my eyes dark red, I went to the terrace. Negative thoughts again invaded my mind. My parents had fought on the issue for my college fee. My father was an engineer with a low wage; my mother a housewife. My mother often reapproached my father for not getting a promotion in office from a very huge amount of time and my father replied with sarcastic replies saying that my mother should earn a single penny before reapproaching to him for his low wage. And this fight would continue until both of them would actually start physically hitting each other.
Ahh, what a life did I have. No one is there. No one. Not even my own parents who gave me birth, brought up and groomed me. What a life does a child endures when his / her 's parents do not get along. The purest love that a person can get is of parents and that child lacks it. Maybe that 's why I was always incomplete, having a feeling of blankness. And when someone special, Haider, tried to complete me, it gave me joy. It showed me my own true self. A person who wants to know their true self should first embrace every feeling. Their reactions to the situations reveal their true personalities and natures. But alas, Haider went away too. And I was left alone, stranding on the Earth where no one belongs to me.
As I turned my face and started to go back from the terrace to the room, a voice called out:
"Hey, are you Priyanka? Right?"
As I turned back and saw the face of the speaker, I found it familiar. Soon when I recognised the person, I was thunderstruck and speechless...
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