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The feeling is ever growing now. She had it for a long time but it seems like she can’t take it anymore. She wakes up early morning and pack her bags up. She books a train ticket and calls for a cab.
Once again he has managed to make her angry. Why couldn’t he keep it all to himself. Well, the thing is he was. Even his absence was annoying her.
The journey was going to take a couple of hours. Her thoughts were all over the place. She had never been this anxious before. This was such an implusive decision. “How is he going to react” she thought. Well, she had no idea! They are practically strangers now. Two people who were pretty close a decade ago. They had an understanding of each others silence. But all it is left now is silence. Continue reading “Back to the one I ALMOST LOST”
Keya was travelling in a bus to Ramapur village to meet her grandmother who seriously fell ill the last night. She was very much worried for her and wanted to meet her soon. There was a guy sitting in the bus beside her- Utkarsh. He asked Keya reason for her anxiousness and tried to soothe her out.
Then all of a sudden, the bus came to a halt with a jerk and some men covering their faces with a mask entered inside it. They belonged to a terrorist community and they high jacked the bus. One of them caught hold of a small girl and keeping his rifle close to her head he said, “If anybody try moving from their position, I will shot her dead.” Everyone present in the bus became very much scared but they couldn’t do anything. They were helpless. Continue reading ““Secrets””
“It’s good to have a girls’ night out occasionally.” Helena Ravenclaw murmured to her companion as they glided over the top of the forbidden forest. “Hmm… It wouldn’t be exactly a girls’ night, would it be? I mean, we being dead and all.” Moaning Myrtle giggled while plucking out imaginary flowers from her floating hair. Helena sighed, letting herself float away to the lake’s shore. Myrtle was so childlike that some times, it was hard to imagine her dead. Continue reading “Halloween and the Ghosts of Hogwarts”