❝Sometimes the pain crushes you - it leaves you incapable of everything. It leaves you broken- in and out. The tears won't roll down and the screams won't escape past your quivering lips.
Perhaps, you wouldn't even like to be in the same four walled surrounding that you've been claiming to be your home, maybe you're not safe in your own house. Sometimes you feel so blank that you do not know where to go because your mind turns out to be the worst place you've been living in. The past will haunt you. Your limbs will tingle and your brain would race in the most unhelpful way.
But time heals everything.
You will feel numb about your past, so numb that there will be a point of time when it will fail to have that effect you. You got to decide if you want to wait for that moment to come or think of ending your life. It's always better to take a break to save yourself from yourself. Maybe just go on a vacation?❞ ---
Seher glided the nib of the pen into a straight line that indicated that she wanted to end that writeup there itself. She stood up to get those lines printed in an already-written book. It was a fantasy novel and was completely different from what she had written above. But she still wanted to add those two paragraphs on the last page of the novel.
"I am going to get some special copies of this book which will have those two extra paragraphs towards the end of the book. I will send them to the people who (I think) are going through some depression sort of a thing and need help." Seher cleared when Miheeka asked her why she was doing it.
"How do you know that they're depressed?" Miheeka asked sounding way more confused than before.
"I often interact with my readers through mails and some have confessed it themselves. I really wish to help them in whatever ways I can." Seher said equaling the pages and signing them at the last.
"You're a very pious soul but that doesn't change the fact that you're ten times more weird." Miheeka said as she stood up and marched out of her room while sipping the orange juice she was holding.
• • •
"Hey, Rehan. Just calling to inform you that I'm going to go to the courier office and courier those special copies to my special people and do not worry it was just a mild fever, I am better now." A struggling Seher spoke while opening the car's door, the phone was held between her elevated shoulder and her lowered cheek bone.
"Mild fevers without any reasons aren't good." Rehan said.
"Climatic changes, Rehan!" She sighed.
"Mumbai is at an average of thirty one degree celsius from the past five days. Climatic changes, yeah?" He spoke.
"Uhm. . . okay I was thinking about something."
"Correction, you were overthinking and that too about those two fellas who died. Am I right my soon-to-be wifey?"
"Yeah Mister Rehan Verma, by the way I am really getting late. We will talk later. Bye." She said.
"Okay take care." Rehan replied and resumed his work.
• • •
[Time skip, Rehan and Ridhaan are back from Delhi and it is 7:30 in the evening]
Seher was about to prepare for the meal, she took a bowl from the drawer and that's when she received a call from Miheeka.
YOU ARE READING
ALLUSION
Short Story| completed | . . . in which, love takes the control over every other feeling. allusion - an expression designed to call something to mind without mentioning it explicitly. an indirect message.
