The lost girl in the storm

There she was, a pearl, standing alone, in the vast ocean of gloom, lost and anxious, looking up at the skies and then looking down. A wonderful picture of creativity was she who seemed to have all the specialty of this world into herself being blessed in wholes with the stroke of dainty perfection and flawless craftsmanship. But she seemed sad, in pain and wanting. For affection, warmth, care, and companionship which this cold, absurd evening could not afford to give her. Tears rolled down her cheeks in shades of greys. It seemed her eyes had seen cruel and ugly days. It appeared her eyes and heart were blind to the celebration of colors and suddenly when lightning struck in the sky, she was drenched in fears and tremor. She was tender like a lily and had dreamy, black eyes. She emanated an aura, divine, made of golden hues, spreading an angelic bliss. She was lost and her eyes wanted to speak out about the dark and painful life story but at the same time, her heart wanted to hide it under the deceivable facade of her face or anything that could help. The girl in green was searching for something. Soon darkness engulfed the evening and she still sat there, under that pine tree, trembling in the embraces of the cold-blooded, ruthless evening, as a leftover, an outcast, and an unwanted liability. And her bouts of coughing breaks between the incessant cry wars she was waging with her destiny and her self showed that she was sick. The night was getting colder and it started to change into darker, sinister attires wanting to devour the innocent. Hours passed many and the girl just sat there with nowhere to go and nothing to expect from anyone. Her soul seemed to ache and her heart was already screaming though it could be heard by none. She had already cast a black magic spell on me so much that I was beyond the temptation to know and love this fallen angel. I went out and came to know her name, she was Shubaira, a lost traveler trying to find her way back home. And suddenly started a storm which blew up so badly that for a minute it was only me and the sandness in between. And then on turning, I found the vanishing act of the girl in thin air who had left behind a book,’Lost in love and the storm’.I did not understand where did she go so fast and it appeared she was magic that happened to me by luck and I thanked my stars for that. I could not forget the mysterious girl in greens because I did not find anyone like her, so beautiful and serene. She was my first love and my love story ended abruptly on the first chapter.

Published by ambikajha

I am Ambika Jha.I like to write on different topics.I feel life is too short for anything.So let us work our best in the given time and let life's music be in rhythm and rhyme.So be your best and never stop to learn and write.

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