"Chandni! Chandni! wake up! WAKE UP!!!"
"....mmm...Nah...Nah..."
Squirting through my utopic slumber of RAM sleep, I pulled the blanket over my head blocking the ubiquitously intense rays from the late morning sun that were as if pinching through my shut eyelids like an acute sword of the ancient era, but within the piles of blanket, the darkness is soothing like a lullaby...
However, no one likes anyone enjoying the best of their life, not even that mighty person who according to Father Saurez, was singlehandedly responsible for creating this gigantic ball with metal core and filling it with beauty, resources, and different living creatures from water to wind dweller in just 6 days,
seriously only six but I'm sure if he, our ' so-called almighty' truly exists or yet existed till that time, he must have been sick of this big mess himself! and thought of it himself like- 'what am I seriously doing this! how was this of any use other than a 6-year-old's Barbie set?'
and hence, would have stopped the 'process of creation' himself with urgent efforts but... he made a mistake- a huge irreversible mistake of creating the human!
a species created at the end of 6th day, one who was meant to be the supreme- the wise man (sapiens) of the Midgard and a slave--- ahem A symbol of god on this ball,
But, how long does a species with a brain, crawl under affluence and not try to steal it, making himself affluent instead?!
Yeah...this is where I am pulling taut but I'm profoundly grave when I'm quoting-
'Affluence comes by slaying two people- the person itself and the hand that was feeding or at least was pretending to '
That God (The feeder, our savior, The almighty) must have committed suicide by jumping from the enormous brink of heaven,
And all abundant glory was ours to use, to save or to waste but... Once an endless treasure is not always everlasting and affluence withers away under the patter of a falling raindrop.
Like...Like... it never existed...
"CHANDNI!!!! it's already 8 and a half! the college is at 9!" that averagely developed lass who appeared to be no more than a 6th-grade (although was in college and a year older too) yelled at the pitch as high as the sky follows the space above, drawing the wheel of my political cycle to an unexpected break and...
Abruptly, my thick opaque blanket was yanked, exposing me to the sheer sunlight at once,
"Mishti..." the voice soft as a wind swirling in the deepest core of hell and as jolly as a 5-year-old, echoed... But, like a sphere was stabbed through my chest punching a huge hole, such a sensation of pain made my eyes fly open,
open to reality...to a bitter reality that I couldn't accept but what does it have anything to do with my acceptation?
whatever happened, happened...and that's the worst part of all!
One who you wished to slip away has slipped but the only thing left is guilt, an unshakable guilt within my guts,
jumping to an abrupt hunched posture,
"...Then WHAT?! "
"The breakfast... will be available till 8:50..." she, dressed in navy blue Kurti and pale white almost net-like salvar which was the assigned dress code for this so-called 'gurukul kind of ' college, said stammering in innocence and frighted somehow.
and who was to blame?
all the rest four of our six-seaters were looking at me with cringe and frightful looks, forgetting all the stuff they were doing, you know morning stuff.
"I-I will be ready in five," I said rubbing my sleepy eyes without interacting with those dumbstruck eyes, but, to my words, she simply nodded giving me a strange look from the corner of my eyes,
'Oh, my gods' I held my throbbing head in my hands which was about to explode, 'What do you need from me now?' I asked cursing and knocking my skull with my finger nutshell,
"Darling, who was that? " the boy with a dry husky tone with a tinge of sleepiness questioned on the speaker's voice call to which the girl with chocolate brown neck hairs who was busy doing her hair curl, rolled her eyes and lifted her android with purple sprinkles and sparkling phone cover in a disdain expression on her little but beautiful face-
"Yeh Shaan... Nothing just a nuisance, tell me have taken a bath already or were you sleeping in the bathroom for the past 3 hours? "
'A nuisance? ' I tightened my grip on my abdomen without facing her for once but even she knew that my whole soul was resting on her words still, it was as if I was invisible...
"Err... "
"Yuck, I knew it!! " she screeched loathing yet with laughter gleaming on her face, "Rats, how did I, an ODC brat end up with someone like you?! "
"Destiny, darling, destiny" he chuckled shrugging as if he were raising aloft some hefty concrete blocks on his shoulder,
"Then I guess destiny has been cruel to me" Twisting her hair under the hairpin and posing in front of the mirror, she commented with a grin from ear to ear,
But- those words... 'Destiny?' is it something like this that exists beyond the pages of fiction?
Ha! Never! '
'These lovebirds don't understand the word 'cruelty' yet and it doesn't amaze me, I mostly feel pity in my guts that I once used to be such a hopeful person who used to believe in everything!
'How ludicrous?!' I glanced empty at the barren white wall in front of my eyes and mumbled like breeze- low and almost untouched,
"What is this world beyond a big void of nothingness?"
One who you think should stay will leave and one you have never expected....will turn your life upside down
*honk*
"Bee is here!!!"
"Bye Shaan! Mua get a good bath and I'm running now! "
"Oh-ok-where? ---" and she pressed the glowing ten button, to end the call there and then,
All the extracurricular activities shut down in instances like calls with bf (Both boyfriend and best friend included), beading hairs in boredom, etc.
"Where is my umbrella? "
"Disha, you used my practice notebook yesterday--"
"Agh! God my pencil! I have given practicals to Veronika! "
"Gods, I didn't! Spare me! "
The room was suddenly on fire, it was our dear bus which is the nomenclature as 'Bee' because of its evident yellow color but also like a bee is economically important for the pollination and continuity of the life cycle in many flowering plants, it was economically important in 'not eroding out feet and sparing our knee joints of walking km after km to reach department building at the charge of zero running at the15s, the 30s, 45s and 00s'
Yeah, this was the only wonderful thing that I consider applauding of this forsaken-only women's university!
Yet, the most suffocating like in a beehive,
Tragedy?
Ha! The word that describes me and my sorrow-filled life faultlessly!
And the hall-like room was already quiet and empty... A calm feeling filled my lungs,
I put my feet carefully on that cold marble floor but my mind was in clouds, and my lips curled humming with my eyes semi-closed,
That only state of living that I know any more or at least makes me alive anymore,
The coldness, a soothing numbness that penetrated through my bare soles to my feet and proliferated my lifeless heart lingering through my stiff chest, like a rhythm that stumbles on the thin layer of the river when a rock hits its flimsy surface, and now it was a hymn that was being sung through the whole of my body in that silence within which my bare feet raise to it's healing and hands extended twisting through my messed hairs riding it into a bun (which was even messed) yet, that brush on my scalp through my frigid fingertips I couldn't find anything more occult for myself -
"*Hum* WWhhhhy? You leave me with watercolor eyes...Why---"
"Are you going to take a bath or breakfast first?"
My body which was driving like a breeze in the neon spirit of spring suddenly froze like Medusa gazed at me directly through my soul, at those utterly plain and careless words and those lazy dark brown eyes, of the Jharkhand that rested at the only door of room within stillness, those eyes which must not have existed by this time, at least not in this room,
"You-Class? " coagulated my words, I stumbled with embarrassment shining over my face within the cough and unfocused eyes,
"My 9 a.m. lesson has been canceled" she muttered with her evergreen lethargy untieing her muddy shoes from the early morning horse riding at the front of the door, but my breath was clustered inside my lungs neither coming out nor settling down,
Why?
You better know it already
But, I wasn't singing so loud and it would have been a surprise if some more bygone had heard me, and if that hypothesis is right...I think she didn't hear a word... isn't that right? At least why she has to act?! Or is it just a pretend?
But people say the face is the open book
And her face is an empty notebook,
You know what that means?!
She didn't hear a word.
Yeah! Seem so.
Puff! I was just overthinking! I flicked my thoughts, and my cold feet again felt warmer with veins opening again,
The conflict was settling somehow inside me, however,
"You have got skills."
"Eh? " I darted at her skinny face again with a whole jolt onto my neck joint,
Surely, I 'underthink' my overthinking,
Giving a pure passway for rotten eggs to hit my face like a bullseye!
"I'm hungry and the mess won't wait for anyone."
I nodded but my spine was frozen and I could feel a chill through each part of mine, knowing nothing but that this girl, Gheeta knew something I now, never would wish to let anyone know, that is my voice, of my comfort though my bleeding voice and lesser knowledge of melody that end up being the most combination of music and a channel gate for more gossip to pour in...
"Are you coming? " she questioned already ready at the door holding her plate, spoon, and steal mug with a bottle of viscous yellow liquid dishwasher,
Is she a ghost are something?!
But without any complaints, I too hurriedly grabbed my dishes and dishwasher within my arms and eyes shipping on the floor just like the feet which felt like were dragged down by the eternal force of gravity,
But whatever it is, this is an attack on 'the safe side of nuisance' and I will fight or... At least, flight, right?