It was nearly mid-February now. The evenings were pleasant and the nights were not so chilly anymore. The big quilt had made way for the thinner blanket. Waking up early was back on track (almost). So, the winter gloominess was about to end. Or was it?
Coming back to the room was the most unexciting part of the day. To clear any confusion, she didn't have much exciting life outside of her room, either. But this tiny room and the empty hall was just a reminder of emptiness, which otherwise she didn’t feel because there are lots of things to distract her, when she’s outside.
Days were just going by and she had started becoming more taciturn than ever to the extent that it had started feeling uneasy.
Tossing her bag to the table, she slowly removed her jacket, and lay down on the bed, thinking what to think now. Unable to find a comfortable position, she turned to her left and something in the corner of the room caught her eye. It was glimmering.
She got up from the bed, and picked it up.
"How long has it been there?"
"Why didn't I notice it before"
"Who kept it?!"
She carefully observed the box, on it, stuck a small card saying, 'Happy New Year'
Well, there was only one way of satiating her curiosity.
Confused, she opened it with anticipation.
Keeping the box on the corner of her table, she lay down on her bed again thinking, what to think now again!
(to be continued)
She got up from the bed, and picked it up.
"How long has it been there?"
"Why didn't I notice it before"
"Who kept it?!"
She carefully observed the box, on it, stuck a small card saying, 'Happy New Year'
Well, there was only one way of satiating her curiosity.
Confused, she opened it with anticipation.
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Dear student,
Here's a gift of agonizing loneliness for an undefined time. It is going to be harrowing for you in due course of time. You may either transform how I want you to, or it may aggravate your situation and make you worse than you are now. The odds are equal.
It is a gamble. Only time will tell.
Love,
Life 🌹
Closing the box, she wondered, how can loneliness be a gift?! It was very unsettling.
Keeping the box on the corner of her table, she lay down on her bed again thinking, what to think now again!
(to be continued)
I found something.
In the process of sorting files, I found this draft I had written a long time ago which made me realize that even though this blog is going to be 6 years old in a few days, I haven't changed much since I started it. February is my gloomy time after all.
It is intriguing that I was feeling the same some Februaries ago as I am now.
It is intriguing that I was feeling the same some Februaries ago as I am now.
