"Middle age man was sitting in the sofa. gun in his right hand . still smoke was comming from its barrel. surya cigarette in his other hand. Shoes print was covered in blood all over the room.
Staring at the pendulum. Remembering all those memories where she was there. He was smiling with the tear in his eye."
Something is hard to express
Something is hard to explain
Even You know you are hurting yourself
Sometimes it's harder to change
Harder to change yourself
From what you've become
Harder to show who you are.
You become someone you never meant to be
Change revealed by time is unpredictable
Yet it always has its way to reveal
Bitter or sweet you name it .
You are the one who made the thing the way it is now
Feeling every second of that tic tic pendulum and thinking it could have been different.
Different than what it is now.
Every moment I think, it was never meant to happen the way it has...
Summer of 18. Clouds were heavy as if they were going to fall at once. It was dark. The only visible thing was the lightning above that heavy cloud. I could only hear the sound of my bike and roaring thunder. I was chasing the wind.
At about 70 km/hr. At any moment cloud could fall as rain. I have planned to reach a place where I could take shelter for the night. My trip to Venice was about to end. I have only got a few days left. After which the same regular day, Going to office 9 to 5 job coming back home and taking nape after watching a movie. The only best part was watching the movie. Exploring the new life., New thought and new ideas, also a new perspective on life.
In that cold stormy night. The car was parked in the middle of the road. I could see someone smoking a few meters away from the car. When I reached closer to the car. It was black coloured Mazda And The someone turned out to be a girl of around 20 - 25 year
"I know it's impossible or shall I say inappropriate to guess the age of a girl from her appearance".
I might be somewhat close to my guess. She was wearing a black sheath dress. Her hight was about 6 foot without that high hill. She was waving her hand. I slowed down my bike from 70 km/hr and finally, stopped.
She came close to me. She walked as if she was walking in the ramp. Her hair was open and it was playing with the wind. Her eye was dark brown as if it was hiding some secret. Black lipstick on top of her lips matches her dress colour.
Her fragrance was somewhat familiar. It was the same perfume fragrance that my mom used "Miss Dior". The smell of rose was all over that place.