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“Even life is an illusion until you’ve the guts to execute.”
Certain things are full of illusions unless we accomplish them.
I am an exuberant soul who loves to pen down the thoughts that happens to emerge out from my imaginary mind, anywhere, anyhow.
Whatsoever, I like to write about anything and explore places and pictures- then writing about my point of view with them, sharing and emerging the exquisiteness by them.
I Love to denote my feelings over writing.
Writing about anything that comes to my mind.
It could be an essay or article or letter or love-short stories, heartbroken stories and etc.
And I usually do picture text that helps me think what must I write about.
Then, I get enormous ideas and without any delinquent I write it.
And now I will be writing and updating my new blogs here.
“Are you a writer?! I mean you so write deep!” A writer countered.
“You’re not toying, are you? I write nothing infront of your relevance emotions!” The other retorted.
This is how a writer met another while seeking affection in words!
— Saumya Tripathi!
She smiled lazily with that certain glint of glee in her dark eyes as she read the line, “Being a bibliophile always makes you so calm, delight and collected and accompanied.”
True to his words the books kept his promise and never left her alone. Ever again.
That was the very day where she found her true love existing in her own soft little palms.
— Saumya tripathi!
“Is my tulip angry?” He asked in a soft whisper, his voice rang in my ear like a melting ice cream when not got eaten in time.
“No!” I said indignantly, turning away, but my voice held so much sorrow; so much woe in it that I couldn’t control the slight tremble from my tone.
“What happen, tulip?” He again inquired with worry lacing in his voice. I could visualize his frowning forehead. But did not turn to face him, nevertheless. How could I tell him that he was the reason of my resentment.
“Tell me, tulip!” He urged using his favourite endearment for me.
My eyes turned glossy. Lips quivering. However, I did not bulge and he kept cooing till I was in confinement of his arms.
— Saumya Tripathi.
Eyes are the windows of pain insides!
Sometimes pain is too much to endure. Sometimes you don’t even know what the pain is about. You don’t even know what’s the woes about. You just have this uncertain brimming feelings that buoys within: feelings of agitation; infuriation; higher palpitation; trepidation; defiant; outrage, and whatnot? Like they all want to come out but are captured inside, somewhere somehow. However, crawling around, flopping around the bosoms.
Sometimes we want to— we need to evacuate those feelings but we are incapacious.
The pain eats us alive and we don’t had a thing to oppose that.
“It’s just an infatuation. Nothing more nothing less. You will get over it with time.” Nodding, he added, looking straight in her orbicular pools that was brimming with certain tears, “However I will always be here for you!” Upon completion he smiled. Despite the burning ache in his heart, he smiled, showing her his dimpled cheeks that she adored the most. She looked at him with bated breath; a small cute pout on display had his heart pumping like crazy.
“How can you be this sure. It’s so unforseen. Its obtrusively unpredictable! Then how?” Her head bobbed and, with every question has his dark obsidian eyes softened at her whole red face. “I know,” he murmured while tugging her in the tightest hug.
“You know? There isn’t a day you don’t cross my mind!” I said, smiling cheekily.
“Oh, Yeah!” Is that so?” He replied, narrowing his eyes with a brow raised in suspicion.
Frowning, I pouted, “Why? Don’t you do trust me?”
Instantly his suspicion was replaced by an evil smirk and he reverberated: “No!”
My frowned deepened as throwing his head back he laughed: a full grown laughter that has melted my anger into a puddle.
I smiled as he laughed.
Picture from— Google.
‘Don’t look at me in that way. Either you will go insane or fall in love with me!’ She reveled at his lewd stare making him blink.
Staring deep into her eyes he alluded, ‘What if I already have?’
Smirking she insinuated, ‘Then, you better watch out your back!’ Winking without dubious, she patted his back.
With a side looping smile of his own he murmured, ‘We’ll see.’
‘We will definitely.’ Her smirk widened.
If only she could get him to change his ‘We’ll see!’