As I grew older day by day and year by year, i started reading more, i searched my surroundings and always aimed at reading more and better. Reading can be the one thing in life that allows you to dive deep, dive hard and then offers a chance to go back to reality; it wasn't just books though, i started reading people; their actions, words, minds and beliefs. I became a love/friendship guru as they call me, and with every story i heard or later narrated, i had more reading accomplished and more experience added.
That day was no different than any other, I had just finished chapter 3, page 55 of the novel i had been reading when the bell rang, and i had to go back to the hall full of untold stories of humans living around me. I'd always wonder about their days, observing how their muscles ache or how the facial expression won't change for a while. I'd try to look for signs of tenderness and gentleness in their features, and all I would reach are the fake smiles made in an attempt of courtesy or the tiring faces of a night or day spent in agony.
Here i stood at the age of 30 knowing pretty well that every life has a story, i knew i had one and i knew i waited for the inspiration to hit me right on my face so I'd find what i am really passionate about to write and to aspire to achieve. Maybe that day was the start of my prayers coming to reality.
It has already been a week full of stress and exams; after finishing your 2 weeks long medical exams, reality hits you in the face, and you remember it's been long overdue for a well restful nap. I headed to my car, that pretty black with beige covers that made me feel warm and in control, started the engine, and headed to the coziest place on earth; home.
YOU ARE READING
What once was!
Short Story"So tell me, what would you do if your heart reside with someone you know will never appreciate it and love you anymore?" "I'D CRUSH IT, brutally and heartlessly I'd erase and forgive but never forget what once was and what shall never return". ...
