The story begins : Part1

Disclaimer :This is a work of fiction and the feelings echoed by the protagonists belong to them alone and should not be attributed to the author :D Any similarity to any person living or virtual is merely coincidental.The author does not take any responsibility or liability if anything that is stated within turns out to be true It is essentially as it came from the keyboard: spontaneous, unproofed, unrevised, and corrected afterward only when necessary to address mistakes that grossly effect the intent. All copyrights held by the author i.e me i.e Neha)

Chapter 1 - Memories , a heavy baggage


She ,( girl A) had a long shower. It was a lazy Sunday after all. Coming out of the bathroom, she caught a glimpse of herself in the huge, full length mirror on the dressing table door. She had always liked that mirror, suddenly she realized it told her more than she needed to know.She realised how much she has changed from the time she literally used to be observant about minutest of details and taking a note of them, no matter how trivial or miniscule to a more obtuse headed and myopic. Yes she reckoned that the priorities of life has changed and now she has to face a more real world which isn't that rosy as it appears. As for now, when she gave a thought combing down her dripping wet hair she saw herself more closely ...a picture which is a bit more detailed or world which is a bit more shrunk. She started delving deeper .
Spewing out words, with no target
chewing her thoughts, having no regret
Wondering whether she had earlier lived
or she and her life, they just met?
The work has increased so much that she no longer even attempt to recollect what all she was supposed to have completed. Long time that she read a book either. Long time she did anything useful either came back to her thoughts and she was just left staring ....


He (guy X) on the other side could hear the wind howling, though it was just a breeze. He feared that his key strokes were making such a racuous noise that they would wake up his room-mate. He was engrossed in an online chat. When he was alone, he craved for company. When he was among people, he desired to be left alone. Change was what he always seemed to need, yet he dreaded it. So, maybe the best recourse for him would be to talk with people yet not be with them. Switch on and off capriciously. The way of the online chat. That was precisely what he was doing now. He had felt that there was no sense in booting the computer at this time ,sunday morning, but he found around 3 of his closests friends online! He hadnt talked with two among them for quite some time. There was a 4th too with whom he was chatting, but that was only customary. He was lonely yet amidst conversations. He felt glad and content.Chatting made him realized how disconcerting silence could be and he was again lost with the morning breeze...

Lost in the thoughts began the retrospection and thus we discover the beginning .


To be contd .....