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Unpredictable
Everyone has a story of his own, unique and different. Same was the case with Haniya; having a story of her own.
Haniya was in her twenties. She had a fair skin tone with pinkish flicker and deep dimples, making her smile adorable.
Her glittering hazel eyes...mesmerizing..!
It was around 6 o'clock in the morning when she woke up.
That day seemed quite different for her…
Oh, it was drizzling that’s why or maybe something was going to happen…something..hmm…something….
Dunno what was that actually..!
After a while, she refreshed herself and wore her favorite yellow shirt with white trouser and tucked her hair back.
Then she put on her glasses, rounded and black, and covered her head half with a scarf(dupatta).
When she was done with her breakfast, she picked up her bag and file from the table and took out an umbrella from a drawer and went out to catch her bus.
Oh, no I missed my bus!" Haniya murmured, with a frowning look, as she arrived at the bus stop.
As it was pouring so she couldn’t catch another bus or a taxi, even after a long wait.
She sat on a bench in a nearby place.
Haniya was a nature lover and an observer too. She was almost lost in nature.
The greenery around seemed to be more greener, refreshing and the flowers were fluttering as they had quenched their thirst.
No dust, no pollution!
Everything was mellowed!
The roads were smooth and wet..
She could see the rain droplets trickling down from one leave to another below.
The sounds of sprinkling raindrops..pitter patter..pitter patter...!
Silence had prevailed her inside.
All of a sudden, her trance was broken by horrible flashbacks, that would scratch her soul, in her mind...
There is nothing worst the feeling of being betrayed, rejected and humiliated.
Tears roll down from her eyes...Sigh!
Tears on her cheeks much resembled the dew drops on the soft and smooth petals of a rose.
Oh, yeah..these were the memories of her first love..yeah.. first love…Zaviyar.
He had left her longtime ago but the scars were still there...Scares that left marks....
After a while, she noticed that rain was over and so picked up her files and umbrella in her hand.
A cool breeze started blowing as she started walking aimlessly on the road, noticing that it’s has been late for her class and finding no means to go there, drowned in her memories.
After a few minutes of walking a speedy, lustrous corolla car, with wheels splashing the rainy water tangentially, appeared and in no time that innocent, little girl was in the air along with her files.....and then finally her fragile body fell down and touched the road...
Everything vanished away..like pages of her files..her dreams were now floating in the air and her sigh.......Alas!
That's how life is, so unpredictable and reckless.
© Azra Khan
Haniya was in her twenties. She had a fair skin tone with pinkish flicker and deep dimples, making her smile adorable.
Her glittering hazel eyes...mesmerizing..!
It was around 6 o'clock in the morning when she woke up.
That day seemed quite different for her…
Oh, it was drizzling that’s why or maybe something was going to happen…something..hmm…something….
Dunno what was that actually..!
After a while, she refreshed herself and wore her favorite yellow shirt with white trouser and tucked her hair back.
Then she put on her glasses, rounded and black, and covered her head half with a scarf(dupatta).
When she was done with her breakfast, she picked up her bag and file from the table and took out an umbrella from a drawer and went out to catch her bus.
Oh, no I missed my bus!" Haniya murmured, with a frowning look, as she arrived at the bus stop.
As it was pouring so she couldn’t catch another bus or a taxi, even after a long wait.
She sat on a bench in a nearby place.
Haniya was a nature lover and an observer too. She was almost lost in nature.
The greenery around seemed to be more greener, refreshing and the flowers were fluttering as they had quenched their thirst.
No dust, no pollution!
Everything was mellowed!
The roads were smooth and wet..
She could see the rain droplets trickling down from one leave to another below.
The sounds of sprinkling raindrops..pitter patter..pitter patter...!
Silence had prevailed her inside.
All of a sudden, her trance was broken by horrible flashbacks, that would scratch her soul, in her mind...
There is nothing worst the feeling of being betrayed, rejected and humiliated.
Tears roll down from her eyes...Sigh!
Tears on her cheeks much resembled the dew drops on the soft and smooth petals of a rose.
Oh, yeah..these were the memories of her first love..yeah.. first love…Zaviyar.
He had left her longtime ago but the scars were still there...Scares that left marks....
After a while, she noticed that rain was over and so picked up her files and umbrella in her hand.
A cool breeze started blowing as she started walking aimlessly on the road, noticing that it’s has been late for her class and finding no means to go there, drowned in her memories.
After a few minutes of walking a speedy, lustrous corolla car, with wheels splashing the rainy water tangentially, appeared and in no time that innocent, little girl was in the air along with her files.....and then finally her fragile body fell down and touched the road...
Everything vanished away..like pages of her files..her dreams were now floating in the air and her sigh.......Alas!
That's how life is, so unpredictable and reckless.
© Azra Khan
