♥♪ჱL!fe Through My Eyes♥♪ჱ

Image from: fanpop.com “Open up!” She screams. “What do you want?” I scream back. “Open up now else watch how I get you screwed.”  I sigh and get up.  Some people just don’t change.. Sania stands in front of me. She looks beautiful in the sari mum purchased for her. She looks grown up. It’s weird.  She barges into my room. “Ah, look at you. You look like a tramp. Do something with your hair for heaven’s sake.” She says, picking at the strands of my hair.  “Let go of me. What do you want?” I push her away and stare at her angrily.  “In case you remember, Rahul’s coming over today. You better behave.”  “Fuck off Sania. You’re the ill mannered bitch.” I scream. “Girls! What’s going on?” My mother walks in.  “Nothing” The two of us say, together.  “So, no telling Rahul that I cheated on him while he was away.”  “What else?” I ask. I knew this was coming up.  “Nor are you telling him that I peed in fro...

News came. I don’t know how I heard it, but I did. And I couldn’t digest it. It couldn’t be real. I stand in the corner wearing a black dress. It’s raining. I let myself get wet. I can’t go close to anybody. George is lying in a black coffin, far away from me. Soldiers surround the coffin. People salute as the coffin is buried. I can’t see it all. I run away to the woods and remain there, just hoping that George would return somehow.  … Months passed and so did years.  George always said that time would heal the pain. It didn’t. I loved him and I still do.  He left but he gave me a part of him.  Jake holds my hands tightly as we walk to the graveyard. He’s four. It’s his first visit to his father. I kiss the grave softly and tears start filling up my eyes. Jake sits down on my lap and wipes my eyes. “Dad is looking at us mom. We have to be brave like he was.” He looks into my eyes and kisses my forehead.  The sun shines on us. The ...

I’ve known George since I was seven. We grew up together. Later, I fell for him. But for him, I was nothing apart from a neighbour and someone who he ran to when his assignments needed completion. He was rich, spoilt. He had girls all around him. We lead different lives. And then, one fine day, he left for his training. We hardly saw each other after that. I tried to forget about him. I went out with different men, but no, none could get George out of my mind. And so, I am twenty-one and have liked just one boy.  “Aren’t you scared of dying?” I ask.  “I’ve learnt to let go of my fears. With time, everything heals.” He holds my hands as we walk. “When are you leaving?” I ask him.  “In two days.”   We walk in silence after that. I want to remain that way with him, besides me. I don’t want him to leave.  … The next two days pass by very quickly. I spend every second I could with George. We spent the days roaming around, swimming in the water...

George. Yes, this boy made me go weak on my knees, and gave me goose bumps and butterflies at the same time. The last time I forced myself away from he, he left. And I secretly waited for his return. And now he was back.  I braid my hair and tie a ribbon around it. Slipping into my new lace dress, I dab some powder on my face and slip into my heels.  “So you really are back.” I say, on finding him waiting outside my room. “I thought of giving you another chance actually.” He winks at me and offers me his hand. Looking past his hand and taking my eyes off him, I walk away.   The evening passes easily, though I had a bit too much to drink. I tried to keep myself away from George, but it was next to impossible to do so. I kept looking at him. The blaze of the fire highlighted his blonde hair that was now cut short. The white shirt fit him perfectly, and his smile… My eyes refused to move away from him, and my heart couldn’t stop fluttering.  “Fancy a danc...