My Lazy Girl

  He parked his car outside my favorite bakery and ordered me to stay inside the car until he returned. He locked the car and kept an eye on me from a distance while he ordered the food. He allowed me to cry my heart out in his arms. My sobbing intensified as he hugged me tightly and massaged my back. He waited patiently for me to take my time and relax. My heart felt lighter. My nose turned scarlet red, kajal smudged from the corners of my eyes, and lipstick stained my palm when I wiped it away. He looked at me and laughed. "You look like a Joker!". I punched him in the chest, and then hugged him back. He held me with the same warmth. I felt safe and unreal around him. He made me felt like a youngster who had conquered her fear of the unknown. He was broad, strong and muscular. I was little and petite. I gazed at him again, as he put my hair behind my ears, set it with his hands, and wiped the tears from my face. Are you okay now? ( he asked) I nodded in response. ...

  We were never taught the meaning of SPACE in our lives, we were never taught we would ever need some.                                      I really love the word SPACE. It's fascinating; while we were growing up, we were told many times by our teachers to give right amount of space between the letters while writing. Right amount of Space is important to make your writing look nice, and readable. That’s what kids are being told when they are learning to write, right?  As we climbed the ladders from kindergartens to primary, we were introduced to huge digital boxes which we used to call desktop computers. There we got to know the longest key on the keyboard is the Space bar/ Space key which we need to press each time whenever we used to write something in a word file. I always used to wonder, why did they make the space bar so long? What might be the significance behind it? It could ...

I have forgotten the correct address to the purpose of my life. I never wanted to reveal this to you but since you were anxious enough to read between the lines, here I narrate you the paragraph. My dearest of all, I hold a reason for being away since long. Excuses are not entertained I know but here's a request to read this with a fraction of your patience. Thanks for bearing up. You know there were times and there are times when I feel I am sailing in the wrong direction or sometimes I don't even know whether the direction is right or wrong or just floating aimlessly. I am feeling those times, these days. I know whatever I am doing right now is not what  I am suppose to do. But the harder part of irony is, I also don't know what exactly I am supposed to do. (sounds weird? I know.) In other words I have forgotten the correct address to the purpose of my life. I never wanted to reveal this to you but since you were anxious enough to read between the line...