Sunday, 30 October 2016

It’s a girl

It’s a girl!

The sound of laughter and tears of joy welcoming her to life. Everybody cheering and jumping. They can hardly contain their happiness. It’s the happiest day in every husband and wife’s lives. The day they hold a piece of their hearts in their arms. The day their whole world changes and becomes sweeter and full of innocence. The day they have a new responsibility which is like nothing they had to deal with before. The day they need to realize it’s not about them anymore.

She’s a blessing, an angel who fills their world with love and joy. They watch her grow and blossom day by day. Beautiful and full of life, one of the most affectionate and lively girls one could lay his eyes on. She feels as free as a butterfly and she has the entire world to conquer. The sky is limitless and so are her dreams. They talk to her about the world she lives in; sometimes it seems scary but most of the time she finds it intriguing, arousing her curiosity and excitement. She knows she can reach far beyond what she knows now. She knows she can achieve anything she wants and that her parents will always be there to support her. However, support meant a completely different thing to each of them.

And the day they have been waiting for has come. The day everything changes for her and for every girl, so they say. She is confused and terrified. She doesn’t know what to expect and she can see it in their eyes. The look they had for her has changed. She can hear them talking about her and making plans but she can’t really understand what they are thinking of. But they knew exactly what they needed to do. It was all planned and decided long back, since the day she was born. It was born with her. It was the fate and destiny she can never escape. They completely agreed that it would be as difficult for them as it will be for her, but who knows what’s best for the child better than her own parents.

Wednesday, 19 October 2016

To the beat

He mesmerizes me. He has a magical aura surrounding him that can capture your soul and melt your heart. Stars flickering in his eyes filling them with passion. The grace with which he moves; his arms swimming in the air, his legs caressing the floor, his soul soaring high and filling the entire place with a sweet summer breeze, the fragrance of a delicate rose and you can feel the softness of silk embracing you.

That’s how he dances.

He dances and the whole world stands still.

He would pass me by like I don’t exist. Not a word, not even eye contact. He was so different. He knew he was special and he knew exactly why I would go after him. Or that’s what he thought.
I’m known for how outgoing and daring I can be, but for some reason I stand helpless in front of him. My entire body becomes numb and I can hardly think straight. He makes me nervous and I don’t like it. I never run after anybody and I never get ignored. He doesn’t know what’s coming. He doesn’t know what he’s dealing with.

Monday, 3 October 2016

Unrest in Peace

It’s alluring, she can hear it calling. For no apparent reason and despite all the alerts, she knows deep down inside of her it’s where she ought to be.

Standing amidst a small garden and excitedly heading towards her new home she steps on some yellow grass, but that doesn’t bother her much, she’d replant the whole garden anyway.

It wasn’t huge but big enough for her. The walls looked cracked with tall slim windows covering most of it. Its color was dimmer than the night approaching.
One can hear her heels mounting the step in front of the door and going in.

Closing the door she could see nothing, not even her own hands. The inside was as dark, cold and gloomy as a grave. She instantly reopened the door to let in some of the dying light. She then moved towards the many windows trying to open their heavy dusty curtains. Now the interior was more obvious.
Although what she saw made her regret opening the curtains, she still felt that she belonged to that place. It was now part of her. Or is it her that became part of it?

There was some furniture – in fact what used to be furniture – now only some rigid filthy mess. However, just like the garden, she would fix everything and put the place back together, she thought, but not at the moment, she was dead tired and needed some rest. Still exploring the unknown, she goes up to the second floor on an almost collapsing staircase. Was that repairable too, she wasn’t sure, yet kept going up. Finally finding the bedroom, she puts down her luggage, opens her hand bag, gets her best and only friend out and starts to talk …