She
we all start with intro's
even when we choose a book to read.. we usually look at its end.. and the index with the contents and chapter the book has...
even when we meet a person we ask who they are .. their name... it's like an intro
but I'd like.. to start this book from somewhere in the middle..
I saw a few pages are burnt I dunno how...
but I wanna read those half burnt pages first... coz..of my curiosities
as i go threw those pages.. I feel like I am being drawn inside her memories..
her memories throughout her life
the beginning of night emerges
the dark clouds can be seen coming from the north
the wind is doing a good job pulling them in line this way
kids going home after school
couples on a bench with umbrella's ready to have a romantic rainy evening
people rushing back home before they get soaked in rain
the road is getting clearer as the traffic goes down
soon the clouds dark and deep filled with humidity.. reached the top of the city
they're looking down making sure they have covered the area they've been ordered to shower upon.. let's give them a nice bath they must have thought..
the awkward suffocating silence before the rain.. as if the musical rythm of the nature stopped for a few seconds
the pitter patter grew louder
the heavy droplets excited to get plopped on the floors walls and other surfaces across the city
thunders can be heard.. loud and clear..
the lighting flashing across the sky.. who knows who he's trying to impress or scare..
either way he's blinding my eyes
and.. neither is it bothering our dear lead of the book
she is just walking by not even flinching a bit
she's shivering due to the coldness
it's getting quite foggy tbh
After walking along the road without an umbrella completely soaked..
you'll realise she didn't want a place to stay till the rain departs off to another land..
she wanted get soaked.. she wanted to cry along with those clouds.. she just wanted to be one with those rhythmic pitter patters
she stood near a wall for sometime
she waited for sometime..
she didn't notice the presence of someone... near her
she then saw a kid in the middle of the road
she thought to herself must be an abandoned one..
she then chuckled who knows for what?
she smiled.. and then sighed
and then screamed looking up at the sky
"GOD ITS ME AGAIN.. ITS TIME YOU FULFILLED MY WISH I'VE BEEN ASKING FOR SO LONG.. ITS NOT THAT HARD... YOU'LL BE HAPPY LATER.. TO GET RID OF A NUISANCE.."
looked at the kid who was staring at her
do you think God hear our prayers?
the kid replied, yes he does.. when I was very hungry last day.. he dropped a piece of bread on the floor and left..
then she said.. yeah he does
the she asked the kid what his prayers where?
and the kid said "to have warmth, lots of food and love.."
she smiled and dashed towards the kid in the middle of road..
she pushed the kid aside from the middle of the road.. and while doing so.. she said.. "close your eyes and don't open them whatever you may hear..."
the kid rolled on the road
the car's tyres screached
and her blood covered the road
she smiled and thought "GOD really did hear you prayers kid..that's why I was here and he heard my prayers as well that's why I am laying on the road like this.. and murmured thank you.."
came running the moment he saw her dashing towards the kid..
but the difference a few moments can make... made him regret it..
I flipped the pages but those pages.. are blank and a few are torn apart.. they're missing..
I know to whom I should ask to know the rest..
but will you be here, while I get to be the author of her book and right her story again?
Rewriting her story again...❤️🔥🦋
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