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Silence Secrets and Shadows

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Who is she, a question I can’t seem to find an answer to. Well, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t know her. As a matter of fact her and I have been in this silent, very one sided relationship for almost three years now. However, do I truly know her? Her name, home, and birthday remain a mystery to me. Maybe our connection is merely based on the comfort of familiarity and nothing more. There’s pain written all over that little face of hers, but from the looks of it she’s going to take it to the grave with her. All I’ve ever wanted is to take some of her pain and swallow it, just to see her smile. Comfort her I never could, but she stood with me like an anchor when I went through hell and back. She saw me go from a fragile little girl to this thick skinned woman that I am today. All I ask is for her to let me in, just once. As I stand there with my heart aching for her, I feel a drop of tear roll down my cheek. Memories rush through my mind with the speed of light. Then, like a powerful train, it hits me. I finally realize who she is. It is ME. They say mirrors don’t lie, but I am not convinced. These mirrors are deceitful little creatures, and the image that reflects from it is not me, it could never be. Standing in front of these deceitful little creatures I feel all of my hopes dreams and desires gliding down my cheeks. How, when , why ? words that haunt my sleep deprived self. – Resh

The windows

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It was a lazy evening, I was sitting in my balcony with a cup of tea. I was very bored from sitting and moving inside the house all day. Also I got tired going through the same 4 apps, honestly going down the internet rabbit hole drains you mentally, I mean there’s so much unwanted info on the internet that you consume. I really need an internet detox.

Anyways continuing the balcony incident (just got carried away lol) so opposite to my house there’s this apartment complex, it’s not very close but close enough to see their windows and balconies. (Okay so I am no peeping Tom alright, I love observing)

As I was sipping my tea, I saw two kids (siblings I guess) were aggressively swinging on a rope tied on to the roof of their balcony, to say that they were mischievous would be the least. They were going about it for a solid 10-15 mins, that’s when their mother comes yelling from kitchen and takes them inside the house and slams the door shut. This was quite amusing.

That’s when I realized, every window there had a story. Next to those kid’s balcony I saw a cute couple taking pictures of the sunset and simply enjoying each other’s company. On the other I saw an old grandpa reading something with full concentration(he was really into it), and a grandma appeared from behind him and simply placed the tea cup on his arm rest. No words exchanged, they were so used to each other’s presence I could see it.

Every home has a story, what you see through these windows is just a glimpse of it. Some windows are aesthetically decorated, some are simple and plain, while some are filled with potted plants. All this says something about the people who live within.

Windows are beautiful isn’t it, even though every house in that apartment complex are identical architecturally, each an everyone of them has a unique story. And windows share a glimpse of it.

Storytime: I passed out during a rollercoaster ride and my friends thought I was dead!

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Where do I even begin, well this happened when I was in the 10 grade. Our school took us to an amusement park for picnic. People who know me, know that I am a scaredy cat and I am anything but adventurous, naturally I am terrified of rollercoasters. Although I haven’t actually sat on a rollercoaster before.

Pretty much every ride in the park seemed dangerous to me. I didn’t want to get on anything. But my friends somehow coaxed me to get on a rollercoaster, because they didn’t want me to sit alone when they were all having fun. So I was like fair enough, maybe I shouldn’t give into my fears and for once live a little.

So I agreed and stood in line with them, it wasn’t really long line so we got in pretty quickly. The thing is that it was the fastest rollercoaster in that park, and I had absolutely no idea about it.

We were the first ones in the second batch so we got to sit on the front seat, can you imagine being afraid of rollercoasters and sitting on the front seat, well that’s a recipe for disaster. As the rollercoaster began moving upwards I could feel a pit in my stomach. I could already feel that it was a bad idea. The coaster kept going up and up and up. Then it reached the highest point.

Wooshh! It went downwards in a blink of an eye, then sideways, then upside down and then up again. I felt like I was in a huge washing machine. My head was spinning, heart was racing my life up until then flashed before me. I thought I was dead to be honest. I don’t remember anything after that.

When the ride got over the staff unbuckled us and we had to leave but I was not getting up and my friends freaked out, one of them really thought I was dead and started to cry. After vigorously shaking me some more times, I woke up. Phew, everyone was relieved and we had a group hug moved out of the way for other people, who seemed to be genuinely concerned. Well after that we went in for less scary rides.

It was the most exciting at same time terrifying thing I have ever experienced. But now, let’s just say I don’t do rollercoasters anymore.