Pikstories

Fresher's party was upbeat at one of the classmates’ villa. It had been a week or so for the new program and some had already shared acquaintances. In one of the corners of the living room, she was comfortably seated with her legs crossed and all her focus on her phone. She was a Candy-Crush addict. An introvert from the northeast, who barely spoke Hindi, had found solace in her phone amidst all that party-chaos. She was dragged by her roommates into a place where she didn't want to be, in a mixed group of mainland Indians and the Northeasterners. Soon, the party moved from the pool to the living room and eclectic topics came up but never did she lift her head up.  A word spread, that he was arriving shortly. Suddenly, her incessantly screen-tapping fingers stopped. A shiver ran through her spine. Wasn't he the same guy who passed scathing comments on the first day of school? She had cried in the washroom. He arrived, an hour later. Tall and handsome, this

An eccentric bird flew over me today. I looked up, astonished, to fathom who could beat me in my own skies.  I followed her, she was fast.  We flew together, did some sweet swings, shared experiences. Never did i see a bird of that caliber touch such great heights. Literally! I flew closer to her, both in awe and admiration. To know more.  We flew from sharing acquaintances, to becoming friends, to liking each other. At least i did.  But. She was the one to explore what her skies didn't offer. Fly with others and more. After all, she was just passing by and I was mounting new heights. Our skies were never the same, they just intersected.

One day my Debauchery met my Sanity. They shook hands. They had a CAUSAL relationship. 

There she ran like time - boundless; the Sun chased her  As he drew closer, she unrestrained herself - enough for him to feel loved and for her to feel free A miscalculated distance left his embers for her Did she not feel the warmth?

The mundanity is gonna strike again, sooner or later. The once cajoled mind is gonna throw fits of withdrawal. Multiple feats at hand to vent, Chooses that one part of childhood memory, neatly stashed, to relive unbent.  #attic   #boardgames

She loathed him for he never responded to tickles  the way she did.  Little did she know that what his body lacked in senses  his fantasies outdid.  For what appeared as a road full of traffic to her  was an enticing golden river for him