I woke up in the morning in a pleasant mood as today's my birthday. I am turning 17. And also this is the last birthday on which I am going to school. I don't celebrate birthdays much and no one knows that today is D-day. I think that if I tell anyone about my birthday then I will expect them to wish me and if they don't then my feelings will get hurt. Ah.. what level of overthinker I am. Okay leave it, let's get ready for school. I wore the uniform white shirt and black pants, made my Ponytail, wore my glasses and asked my mom for breakfast. I said to her Good morning. I went to school and picked Rohit up from the side and we chatted during our walk to school. It was so strange that every time Mom and Rohit were the first people to wish me but today they also didn't wish me.
As we were close to the School, I saw Aryan riding on his cycle on the opposite side. I just cannot express my happiness, I wanted to shout. This is the best Birthday gift I could get today. Thank You God thankyou thankyou Thankyou so so so so much. I was trying to see his glance in a way that he did not see me staring at him. He wore the same school uniform as me but he looks handsome in that too. His eyes are like a never-ending sea of emotions, his face made by God's finest sculpturist. I wish I could tell him how everything about him makes me more and more attracted towards him. But I think that my love for him is just a mere attraction, I am also like other girls who fall for his looks. That is what I don't like about my heart. Hey, but there's something strange in his eyes. I think there's some pain in his eyes. Did he just cry? I can see the strands of tears drying on his cheeks. His expression seems that he just wants to cry but can't find solitude. I saw his eyes so miserable for the first time. I am a writer and I can understand human emotions just by seeing their eyes. I wish I could do anything for him but alas I cannot do anything. I think that when he meets Shyna and his friends he will become better.
We reached School. The day went by just like any other day but my focus was not on the lectures today but on Aryan. Is he okay? What happened to him? No one knows about his family other than he is super rich, what might have happened to him? Is it because of personal reasons or did he get into a fight with Shyna as he was sitting alone? God knows only. I went to the library to write for my column "Melody's Maze". I started writing. I want to write something that could motivate Aryan. This is the least I can do for him.
Night of Life
What do you think of darkness? Do you find it beautiful or frustrating?
For me, Night and Darkness are my most loyal friends. At night when the world sleeps, when there is utter silence in the air. It all seems like a void. You can do anything, you can scream, dance, sing, shout, show your real side and love yourself to the fullest. It's just you left as your companion. During the night all the thoughts which we ignore for the whole day confront us. As we cannot run away from them now. We are indeed in our most vulnerable state during that silent night. It becomes a night of self-introspection, interrogation and overthinking about the situations of our lives. Some weak ones make it a night of grief and regret but for me, it's a completely different emotion. When I think of my problems and then see all around and see the silent world I find my problems so small when compared to this whole world. That gives me the motivation to find a solution for the same. If you ever feel sad about your life I would advise you to just wait for the night to come, go to your terrace and experience the beauty of silence, see the world in a completely different way and enjoy the comfort of the cold wind kissing your face asking for forgiveness for coming late.
During daylight, you have to control your emotions so that the world does not see your vulnerable side. I feel all reactions are pretentious during the day which we do for others' satisfaction. So that this world does not see our vulnerabilities, our weaknesses, our sensitivity and our longing for emotional support. Sadly, we can only show our happiness and not our grief and difficulties to everyone.
I recently read a poem on darkness. I wanna write some lines from that poem.
Yeh Andhera,
Parwaaz hai un parindo ki
Jo kamar se jaa takra gaye
Unhe le aane ke ishtiaq me
Phir tootkar ghar aa gaye
Aadha bankar
Ya kaho mere mehboob ka vaada bannkar.
By Nidhi Narwal.
That darkness,
Is a disgrace to those birds who went from their waists,
They broke down again in the history to bring them
And came home in half.
Or Just say that they became a promise of my beloved.
By Nidhi Narwal
We will meet again on another topic another day. Till then be happy and spend time with people who love you unconditionally and unrequitedly.
Yours Dearest Writer
Melody
I completed my article, gave it to Ms. Issac to publish and went back to class. While going home, Rohit and Alana were teasing each other. Alana told me to help Rohit in his studies or he would fail in physics and I was like I am myself, not good in any of my subjects and we all laughed at this. It's good to have such nice friends like them. Well, while walking home I forgot about my birthday. All in my mind were those sad eyes of Aryan.
As I entered the house. I was amazed at what I saw.