The Pensive

Continued from Episode 2 At first, it just felt like a minor jolt, the one you have when you are tensed before the exam and your mouth becomes dry and watery at the same time, that kind of feeling. I was feeling nauseous may be because of the stress I was facing as I would be entering the most dreaded phase of the pregnancy but still I was not sure if that can be called a contraction. I was with my dad at that moment as mom went out to get fresh and come back maybe! (I really didn't bother even till date to know what happened behind the screen during my event ;) ). I told my dad about the minor movement and about me being unsure of whether or not it is a contraction. He who had no idea what to do started searching for a doctor or nurse. I was continuously hoping this is it and the errand would end in an hour or two. After getting the contraction, I was given a stopwatch or a buzzer - I am not sure what it is called and asked to press the button and record, every time I feel the ...

I was an empty page fluttering away, happily waiting for the letters to be written and colors to be filled  You filled it with gibberish and I thought you bled that ink from your mind The colors, Ah!, those colorful colors made my everyday visions happy and happening Those colors seemed to blind the real you and masked the grey hue, as I wore rose-tinted glasses When I shed the glasses and turned the pages, There you were again, bright with all new scent, that crispy glory, and many new words  I wanted to turn the page back and dive into the story I already knew But like everyone, I got attracted to new stories, new beginnings, happenings, and new everything... I took the brush, painted the new page and scribbled to my heart's content Dancing to your tunes, your rhythm and writing what you would love to read I trusted the story to stay with me until I give it a shape. I nurtured it, till it firmly got rooted in my mind Few invisible letters started s...