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The Mysterious Encounter
PART:1
The sky was lonely. Stars seemed to be disappearing away far off to another Galaxy. Andromeda? Maybe. Who knows. The crisp December air was on the rise with a sweet smell, yet sent chill down the spine.A young girl of sixteen, unfazed, undazzled, was walking down the street. The destination remained unknown. As if her feet had a mind of its own and were obeying to the one and only master; the wind.
Celestia spent her entire life in the orphanage. She was rescued by a NGO from the human trafficking trade at the tender age of three. She loved the children in the NGO dearly and couldn't even think of any other place that could be classified as 'home'. As if, it was her own mini world away from the brutality and vileness of the outside world. She was perfect. She was charming, almost like an ethereal goddess; blessed with light honey coloured skin, a stark contrast to to her long, dark hair and almond shaped, deep brown eyes. And as if this wasn't enough, she had a heart so enormous and deep as the calm blue sea.
The eerie silences of a December night intermingled with the brisk breeze and stroked her hair gently. Oh! how she loved to walk along this wind, away into a world of her own and today was no different.
After an hour or so of continuous walking, she could feel the heat, even in this cold winter night. She reached a nearby park, full of her childhood memories.
She sat down on the bench near a gaint deodar tree. Her fingers automatically traced the spot, where years ago she engraved her own name and left a mark to engrave his. The park was filled with children in the broad daylight but was abandoned as soon as the sun pulled on its cover.
She sat alone with her eyes closed. She could feel the sensations of the nightfall and wished to be spirited away into the wilderness of her thoughts. She took a long breath, feeling the air through her nostrils and down to her lungs.
As she was busy soaking in the duskiness of the night, she heard a strange yet beautifully melodic voice. It seemed as if the voice called out to her and travelled down the streets of her heart. Her feet started moving but her mind was stoic, only filled with the bizzare yet jubliant voice .
She walked by the shurbberry in total darkness as if the voice was her light, alluring her to seek it, find it. Her steps got bigger and soon enough she broke into a run. She was running wildly, demarcating her athletic abilities,
she never knew existed. She ran as if it was a matter of life and death. She stumbled, stoop up and ran.
TO BE CONTINUED...
© sirisha__chauhan
#mystery #love #soulmate
The sky was lonely. Stars seemed to be disappearing away far off to another Galaxy. Andromeda? Maybe. Who knows. The crisp December air was on the rise with a sweet smell, yet sent chill down the spine.A young girl of sixteen, unfazed, undazzled, was walking down the street. The destination remained unknown. As if her feet had a mind of its own and were obeying to the one and only master; the wind.
Celestia spent her entire life in the orphanage. She was rescued by a NGO from the human trafficking trade at the tender age of three. She loved the children in the NGO dearly and couldn't even think of any other place that could be classified as 'home'. As if, it was her own mini world away from the brutality and vileness of the outside world. She was perfect. She was charming, almost like an ethereal goddess; blessed with light honey coloured skin, a stark contrast to to her long, dark hair and almond shaped, deep brown eyes. And as if this wasn't enough, she had a heart so enormous and deep as the calm blue sea.
The eerie silences of a December night intermingled with the brisk breeze and stroked her hair gently. Oh! how she loved to walk along this wind, away into a world of her own and today was no different.
After an hour or so of continuous walking, she could feel the heat, even in this cold winter night. She reached a nearby park, full of her childhood memories.
She sat down on the bench near a gaint deodar tree. Her fingers automatically traced the spot, where years ago she engraved her own name and left a mark to engrave his. The park was filled with children in the broad daylight but was abandoned as soon as the sun pulled on its cover.
She sat alone with her eyes closed. She could feel the sensations of the nightfall and wished to be spirited away into the wilderness of her thoughts. She took a long breath, feeling the air through her nostrils and down to her lungs.
As she was busy soaking in the duskiness of the night, she heard a strange yet beautifully melodic voice. It seemed as if the voice called out to her and travelled down the streets of her heart. Her feet started moving but her mind was stoic, only filled with the bizzare yet jubliant voice .
She walked by the shurbberry in total darkness as if the voice was her light, alluring her to seek it, find it. Her steps got bigger and soon enough she broke into a run. She was running wildly, demarcating her athletic abilities,
she never knew existed. She ran as if it was a matter of life and death. She stumbled, stoop up and ran.
TO BE CONTINUED...
© sirisha__chauhan
#mystery #love #soulmate
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