A Confectionery

The soft water trickled her feet, and the warm sunlight shone through her hair. It was going to be a new beginning. She had decided to erase away the memories of the past, and let them have no effect on her future. She looked at the distant horizon, and felt a new ray of hope emerging. Silently walking back to her room, she thought about the adventures future had for her. Through her window, she looked at the colossal sea, calm and divine. Yes, the beauty of her surroundings did affect her positively. She heard the door creak, and turned around to notice her visitor. Little did she know, that the sea is always silent before a storm.

Yes, fiction does have the ability to change someone’s life. For the greater good. Some time ago, I was just any other teen, who had problems with life and school. I used to crib about it, a lot. And then, I read Harry Potter. And by far, that’s the best thing I’ve done all my life. It changed me completely. It changed my perspective of seeing things. It changed my perspective of seeing people. Earlier, the sunrise and sunset weren’t of much importance. But now they convey a whole different meaning. Earlier, best friends were just best friends, now they’re life. Earlier, school was just about studying and studying; now it’s about inspirational teachers. Earlier, introverts were awkward; now, they’re the best of people. Earlier, Harry Potter was just another series, now; it’s a way of life. I don’t feel lonely anymore, for I have the whole lot of witches and wizards by my side. Be it anything, I can count upon Lupin, Sirius, Dumbledore, and all the others for words of wisdom...

She grew up among the trees, under the care of Mother Nature. The forest was her home, the trees, her protectors.  Beneath their canopies she rested and played, and under their watchful eye she wandered. The huge Cedar tree near her house was her favorite. She had seen it grow, from a tender plantlet, to a young and strong tree, and now, to a old and wise tree. She was old, and so was he. She saw him every day from her room window, and thought about the memories he had weaved for her. Soon, her health began to deteriorate. And as though mourning for her, the tree began to shed leaves. It was the beginning of the end.

A ragged doll in hand, she sat there in a corner, among others of her age, and some, much younger. She saw hundreds of people rushing about the station every day. Some to work, some back from work, and some, for leisure. She had always wondered how it would be to exchange her life with someone else for a day. She saw other little girls, well fed and dressed, and imagined herself the same way. She saw young mothers carrying their children around hurriedly, and wondered if her mother would have done the same. She asked herself the same question every day, “What have I done, and who am I to blame?”

He waited for his thoughts to settle, as he sat down to write an article for his newspaper daily. It was well past midnight, and also his ‘writing time.’ Solitude was his best friend, and loneliness, his estranged companion. He allowed his thoughts to wander away, despite knowing what their destination would be. They always settled on the same person, no matter how much he tried to mislead them. ______________________________________________________________________________ It had been 3 years since that fateful day.  “I’m nervous, Neil. What if your family doesn’t like me?” “You’re to get married to me, not my family. This meeting is just a formality.” He replied calmly. “Could you just try to divert my mind instead of offering me your expert advice?” “Well, okay. They’re going to like you, alright? I’m sure.” “But..” she was interrupted by him even before she could complete her sentence. “We’ve reached. Come on now!” he said excitedly. He opened the car door ...

As she looks at the world from under her veil, Hiding those scars left to heal. She clears the mist in her mind, As it wanders around memories entwined. Yet her heart remains frozen, For the one she had once chosen. She looks at the sky, Far and stretched, As it brings back memories, Cruel and wretched. She feels the grass, Fresh and soft, Which once made her feelings aloft. She now stands, where she was never meant to, She now lives, how she was never destined to. Destiny and fate, they say. Make one’s life escalate and sway. She waits for a chance, with ardor and zeal, As she looks at the world from under her  veil.