New Story | Wilted: Prologue | Oct 20, 2016, Page 3 - Page 2

A post from your end after sooo long! Had a big smile and I laughed (I am exactly int he same situation right now) and appreciated your creative thoughts!

any good show shows off lately?

Hey Purple! :)

How are you? Long time, no see!

I am glad to have made you laugh. Went through the whole season last year and was so frustrated. I still cannot believe I ended up laughing at it like this.

No, have undertaken a postgrad (technically undergraduate). Very busy, trying to settle and get myself to not waste my time like the last one. And no TV in the hostel I stay in. And I am sort of over the Indian TV. Such creepy shows nowadays. What about you?

ahahaha Purple! Damn i suddenly miss my old username 😆

I moved to the States for my Masters! And yea i basically watch nothing.. except for the ceiling wondering about god noes what 😆 sometimes i read some stories on wattpad!

will do some chakkars of ur blog.. ! Ugh wer have the good old IPK days gone?

I am going to use the same thread to post other works of mine. Like a few of you know, I started a story a few years ago, which I sort of stopped updating. Going to make an effort to put that up here! Let me know if I should continue with it.

Thanks,

Deeksha!

P.S - Find the Prologue in the next post. :)

Only in moments of despair, do we crave for the harmony of monotony.

In the harshness of the Sun, the winter breeze is welcome.

But when lonely, loneliness engulfs you so hard,

You forget the warmth of a friendly hug.

The granite had never felt as cold as it did in that moment. She wanted to sleep, a dreamless peaceful slumber which would engulf her until the morning dawned. When had life been so accommodating? She wanted the hatred to consume her and take her through to the end of the journey. She wanted to stop huddling like a foetus, howling like a food-deprived baby. She wanted to lie down on the turquoise tiles, let the iciness embrace her and be lost in oblivion. Ironically, her cotton pyjamas were drenched in sweat. She could feel the beads crawling the swell of her breasts. More tears rolled down her cheeks, allowing a feeling of self-loath and chagrin settle over. She closed her eyes tight in an attempt to savour the moment. Red-rimmed, she opened them the next moment and asked nobody in general if it would ever be over; that feeling of incomplete acceptance.

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I hope to get a few replies, letting me know if I should continue. I was planning to update this once a week - every Thursday morning. Also, this time I have a few chapters sorted. Not going to abandon this midway.

Wishes,

Deeksha!