Warning :

This blog has inside jokes, crazy facts, and irrelevant excuses for missing my school. You might come across unfinished stories and I swear I am working on their second parts. You'll probably read random poems that I write in math, bm and biology.
To read any further, kindly brace yourself.
-Aarshita Verma.

Monday

The last month.

This is old. I wrote this when I was leaving Delhi. 
The world may end in 2012 , but for her, it ends next month. Once, she completes her 10th finals, she'll fly to Melbourne. Maybe, Forever. Boarding . Not a good idea. But, the chaos she faced here wasn't a good idea too. It was tragic. Devastating. Her eyes slowly water when she thinks about everything. Her heart beats to and fro.  Breathless, she  looks at her self and wonders why her naive face is targeted all the time. She knows its written in her stars. She suddenly feels empty. Empty within her soul, Empty within the depth of her brown eyes, Empty within herself. She walks towards her bed side wall, takes a glimpse of all the pictures, the memories throughout. Nostalgia hits her. She touches them with her tiny hands, feels every moment . Glues them to her heart so that she remembers all the stories behind each and every picture. A tear drops from her eye, touches the tile on the floor. She can see her reflection on the concrete tile ,  she falls abruptly , unaware of everything, completely oblivious. She cries, like the usual, its in her routine. She falls asleep on the floor, till  the morning, when her best friend calls her up.  Its not an ordinary morning, its a strange, cold ,winter morning.  She has to meet her best friend. She wakes up, slowly. Takes a quick shower, wears a lose sweater and jeans , and rushes to her old, but perfect jeep. She drives in the winter rain, crying all the way, picks 2  coffees from the way and meets her best friend  at her place. They sit near the bonfire drinking their coffees wondering how everything will change once she goes. It sounds insane to the two young ladies. She tells her best friend how she'll miss her when she goes, and how she'll miss Jake when she goes. and how she'll miss everyone when she'll go. Even the evil trio of the school. The tik tok girls.  She'll miss everything. Her bestfriend takes her to the nearest park to help her rejuvenate. 
--To be continued. --

Its funny how, every story either has a happy  end or a sad end,  but, every end has a point. It has a great impact on the influencer and the influencee.  Maybe, when she goes to Melbourne, her life will completely change, be it good or bad, its destined for her.

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