Hollow inside and out

Through the corner of my eye, I peeked at him. Unknowingly what identity would a white tuxedo hold.

All fancy and glittery, all set up in proportion, glasses all crinkled. Oh our poor misty isabelle woke up (our cat). These things were unusual for her too.Familiarity dawned upon to me, yes the weak ME

Life goes around, takes a turn and voila you reach at the beginning! It doesn’t get easier at any moment, pain keeps on getting harder and harder. Till the point it becomes unbearable. Pain would totally consume you. Slowly and slowly you decay, life lets you live it. As the older folks call it LIFE EXPERIENCES. Its sweet and bitter at the same moment , leaving your taste buds completely confused.For the world, you mask your pain, you try hard to drift apart from reality, but alas at that moment the reality is even your enemy. Things start to fade away, everything seems unrealistic, pain submerges into unconsciousness.You feel nothing, you go numb. Inspite of seeking vengeance to this spiteful world, you merge into oblivion. You merge into nothingness. All the pain and losses you have endured seem to fade away. You wonder if it’s the time doing the healing power but you realise, its not hardly been enough time since that happened. There is something and you canot figure what and how. Everything seems magical and there is surely some force doing the healing part. Healing you from inside, mending the broken pieces, and fixing it with an adhesive glue. Yes at first it feels completely different and unreal. You don’t believe anything but suddenly this feeling starts to build up your trust. Trust on everything, which had been a mere word for a girl like me. It all starts to get fine and everything seems to get in place, everything starts patching up.

All the curtains match, and life gains a new meaning. It’s a new sphere or say dimension of life. A different one. The one which you can really acknowledge. One which really uplifts your mood. Theres something but don’t know what. Still very unsure and unclear about the driving force but must say the ray has learnt a lot from the sun.

As soon there was a positive change in me(which my family said) they called this guy. Yes I would rather use the word THIS guy because of the simple fact, I knew what a amla tastes like. It doesn’t get any sweeter at the end. Even if you wish for it, wish? Not really my word though.

Wishings raise out of expectations. Minimize your need and you have no wish certainly. No wish to own a ferrari or no wish to become the next prime minister of india.

Drifting out of the topic, yes he was there. I saw him and stole stealthy glances at him.

Or lets put it this way I acknowledged his presence.

And at that moment that was only what my weak heart was capable of doing. Athough the tornado inside me grew calm but the after effects were measurable. I was in a process of re-re-re-reconstruction.

As the last one really blew me off. It was tough. Very tough

-Next moment-

Dragged. Marriage bureau. *Yes I accept him as my married husband*. Cries. Cries. Cries.Dies.

Author's Note

Um. First try.