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Saturday, 26 January 2013

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She ignored the lift, opting for the stairs instead. She climbed each step dejectedly; hands buried deep in the pockets of the plush terry robe that she wore over her pajamas, her head hung low. Her head was throbbing with a piercing headache that was inclining her eyes to close; dark tresses that had escaped the bun atop her head hung loosely around her face. She didn’t know if she encountered anyone while she was trudging up the four floors, if she did she didn’t bother returning their kind nods and pleasant greetings. She didn’t know how to feel, there was the fear gnawing at the pit of her stomach making her want to cry but tears wouldn’t come. Maybe because she had buried them deep inside, and she was wounded somewhere inside too, seething at the lost of her own spirits.

She entered her apartment and sighed, she really did want her tears to come out. She tucked the annoying strands uselessly back in the bun only to have them fall across her face a minute later. She sighed again, aloud and pulled open her desk drawer. She pulled out a cigarette, it was built differently than the regular ones; rolled much longer and thinner she found them somewhat elegant. In fact she had reserved it for a right time and this was it, she needed it. She opened the curtains and stood by the window letting the sunshine color the darkened room, as she lighted her cigarette. She held her hand protectively in front of the match as she lit it, remembering how when her friend had first lighted her a cigarette the stingy smoke wafting from it had made her cringe but now it didn’t affect her, she breathed it in.

She looked out at the sun, unblinkingly, as her eyes strained from the strong light. She took a swig of her cigarette and blew away white smoke, it wafted up forming patterns that drifted apart and disappeared in the white ceiling. Much like her dreams. As an early smoker she had smoked less and engaged herself much more by making random patterns in the air with the wisps of smoke escaping from the cigarette. Now she watched as the thin blue tinted stream of white smoke evading from her cigarette filled the room.

Her headache that had reduced to a numb at the back of her head fired up again. She winced stubbing out her cigarette at the window sill, forming a black ring among more similar ones. She was agitated. It felt as if her gut and lungs were blocked, the smoky room made her want to gag, she needed air. She threw open the window. This was not what she was supposed to be, what she wanted to become. Why was life playing this horrible game with her?? She rummaged in her open desk drawer and found her cigarettes, throwing the whole pack outside. This was not what she had planned to be, not her future. This was nothing expect a monster eating her inside. Something welled up deep inside as she was suddenly at a loss of energy. She sat on the bed as tears pricked her eyes. She was not this. She brought her knees to her chest wrapping her arms around them she closed her eyes and rocked back and forth trying to calm herself. She wanted change, not soon but now. She sighed again letting her tears brim over. And as the war breeze wafted in she soon lost her wrecked self to sleep. 

-Momina.


16 comments:

  1. Details indeed...a lot of them.And not one thing extra.Maybe the effortless loose bun,kinda envy-creating!;)
    Lovely piece!

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    1. Thank you so much, Talitha.
      Well I am glad that was perfect. :)xx

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  2. Some moments felt so real, like it was a part of me.
    The way you capture the emotions, it seemed like every portion of it had been liven by.
    Take Care :)

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    1. I am so glad you feel that way and that you think that I can capture emotions! Thank you. :)

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  3. That was a relatively dark piece really. If she wants change though then she's already made a good start by throwing the rest of her cigarettes out. There is a major difference between wanting change and actually taking steps to make it happen however.

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    1. Most of them are dark! :P
      True about the difference, everybody wants change but only a few work to achieve it.

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  4. what a flawless piece, as if it happened just before me

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  5. It's really hard to get out once you get into it :(.

    Good Post and a successful approach at the theme :)

    Stay Blessed ^_^

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    1. Wouldn't know, I am glad I am not into it!
      Thank you! :)

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  6. A stunning piece!... I just sat staring at the screen for a few seconds after reading this, trying to get out of the story!
    awsome! :)

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    1. Thank you, Aqsa, for your appreciative words! :)

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  7. just perfect, with notihing lacking or extra. The blend of emotion, the descriptive atmosphere.

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    1. Thank you!
      Please drop by again to share your views.:)

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    1. Haha,thank you very much, Rafya! :D

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