ISLAND OF SOLITUDE

ISLAND OF SOLITUDE

A Story by rohit 95
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she was all alone

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She was strong in all aspects but still she felt weak and vulnerable ,driven by a negative energy which doesn’t belonged to her .she had everything ,infact more than everything but still a part inside of her used to scream out loud the tale of emptiness which was enveloping her .she was a person who could have ruled this world with her  beauty and intelligence but she preferred the loneliness .she used to have continuous  days of sobbing and crying till her tear buds would dry up , refusing  to shed anymore and her brain would be too tired of pain ,dozing her off . she stopped laughing ,stopped feeding herself ,her conversation with this world became minimal. Spending days locked inside  the corner of her room everyday she used to pledge that she would stop mourning about all this, that she would forget all about this and would start her next day with new optimism . But every such trial failed because every next morning she woke up he wasn’t there to fill her emptiness ,he wasn’t there to protect her from the weakness and vulnerability .he wasn’t there to talk to her ,make her laugh so much that she would forget the punch in the stomach of being lonely , he wasn’t there to make her feel beautiful and wanted and as soon as this feeling would crawl up to her mind ,the sobbing would start again . Now blurred images have started torturing him in which she would find her everywhere   sometime sitting on her side or standing in other corner of room smiling ,she would think with choler “ How the f**k he can smile on me leaving me all alone ?” As this illusion would start befriending her hatred would diminish ,getting her cool back she would smile looking at him thinking “ Finally he is back from dead to fulfil his promise to be with her for now and for ever!”. She would rise up taking a run to fall back into his arms where she learned all about being loved , where she felt how the butterflies would starts churning into her stomach and heartbeat would stop beating  just by some ones smile . But she never reached to his warmth ,all she would get hold of is emptiness which was left by him . Falling back into the other corner of room she would realize that he was never there, that he was far gone never to be found leaving her on this “ island of solitude” .

© 2015 rohit 95


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rohit 95
rohit 95

delhi, hindu, India



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