A car screeching and engine dying out couldn't pull me off this bliss until I felt like somebody was staring at me and I opened my eyes and I was locked in his gaze.
A man in a black suit was standing with blood red 2016 Mazda mx-5 Miata with a pas...
After I showed him in. I quickly came to my room as I couldn't hold the tears anymore. I close the door ever quietly and stood with my back to it.
As tears made its way, I slid down the floor and weeped silently. I don't know what was making me cry but I cried for hours until the tears had dried up. I felt tired because of all the crying and I could feel my eyes already getting swollen. I pulled the duvet and slid down. The second my body hit the softness of bed I was overwhelmed with sleep.
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I woke up in the middle of night as I felt hungry. I realized I hadn't had anything yesterday because I was so caught up in my painting. My second exhibition is next week in New Delhi. Their is one piece that need some attention and hopefully by today I will be finished. And tomorrow I would be flying to India to get it sorted out with gallery curator.
My stomach mumbled again but it can wait. You know, once I start to do paint I am so involved that I forget everything except for my creator, of course. There is a sync with which you work and once that is disturbed, you can't get it back that easily. It takes a time to reconnect with the image you are working on. You literally are reconnecting with everything...no actually. .you are making a new connection with brushes, colors and most of all your emotion.
I turned on my phone. It showed 3:50 AM. I went to the toilet and when I look up in the mirror I shriek in fear from myself. I looked too ugly with the mascara smudge all over the eye area. This is not gona work I decided to take shower.
Since it was practically a brand new day. I decided to start it early. I prayed my pending isha prayer and made an earnest dua to make me strong to overcome everything in life.
I walked up to the kitchen as the lights flicked on at every step I took. I hate the dark, that's why dad has especially built this apartment keeping me in mind. When he was installing so many lights at every step, my mom argued its a waste of energy. Dad being dad didn't listen to her blabbering at all. Dad also has fear of darkness but unlike me, his one is worse. He wasn't always afraid that something happened when he was a kid in the orphanage and that's how it started.
I microwaved my last night dinner and brought it to my room. I turned on all the lights and pulled the curtains aside. The L-shaped big panel windows were revealed. The night sky lit with stars and the moon made the night romantically beautiful. I turned off the lights in my room and the moon rays lit my room making me feel pretty in this black frock that I wore.
I swirl around in my room. My room is like my art. I use minimum colors to achieve aesthetic beauty. Together with the interior designer I turned my room into a living space that sometimes looks too artificial. My room used to be full of colours. ..indeed way to many colours that sometimes you would actually freakout at its ugliness.
A bed with white plus dark blue covers occupied the center of the room. In the bed, you could view the sky turning into fifty shades. At the foot, there is a white couch where I don't really sit. Few inches from their is a pillar that connects with roof and ground is covered with all the memories of my life. I have started doodling on it as well. A bit further from there is a armchair with a side table that always have a vase full of my favourite flower, white Gardenia. It has a natural scent that you can't find in any other flower. I can never get tired of its smell. I have them everywhere in my room. To me its a natural air freshener.
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I push the button, the window slides away. A beautiful asleep Islamabad...and I love it. The air is mesmerisingly fresh and all I wanted to do was inhale all the air like a greedy dog... how can people be sleeping and not watching this awestruck sight of night passing away. I love the night. I have always loved the night because I can see so many things that other people are unaware of. Its like ...I am silently communicating with the night and fulfilling each other without having the world a sense of. We are sharing the secrets of night.
Did I tell you ...I never had a friend during the twenty-six years of my life. I was homeschooled until twelve grade and that's how at the age of sixteen I enter the medical school in London. Where I realized how dumb I am and I have to actually work harder to reach that level when I compared myself with other students of my batch.
It was on the graduation day, I realized I had been so into my studies that I forgot to mingle to make some friends. When I saw other people taking the selfie with their friends I felt envied. I didn't let it show because I couldn't afford to do it. So instead, I took selfies with my nanny kids and my Dad.
Today, I had some company in the house who is sleeping in the next room. The night was bored of my face because we had talked about everything even the stuff that I should keep to myself. I want to talk to a real person, who could reply me so that I am not the one to prolong the conversation every time.
I pushed the button and the window of guest room slides away. With the help of moon light, I was able to walk to where he was.
I look at him like it was my first time to look at anybody. Well..yes it was....when the sight in front of your eyes is soo ...agarhhh..I don't have adjectives or rather the adjectives I have will do no justice. ...
I pulled my head down unconsciously and it was too dangerously close that if his eyes opened I am so gone in embarrassment.
He is what I call a perfection. He has the long eyelashes that were so beautiful in a girly way. I don't know for how long I stared down at him because now my fingers were too close to his eyelashes and touching them in air at a very little distance.
He stirs as my hair brushed his cheek and I pulled back instantly. ...too afraid of waking him up and finding me so close to him. I decided to go back to my room and rest for awhile until Fajar.
He grasped my wrist and whisper loudly so that my ears could hear. The blaring of my insane heart began at his light touch which was getting tighter by time and I spin my head.
He was sleeping but there was creased in his forehead as I heard him much clearly now
"Please, Papa...what did I ever do that you can't look at me...I have always respected you and thought about you in every mode of life. Just one smile..."
He stopped as he released my wrist which had turned red.
The creased on his forehead relaxed as the dream finished. The hand with which he was stopping me was dangling in the air from the rest of his body on the bed.
I took his hand and placed it on his chest. There was so much warmness in the mere touch of his that I thought how could anybody resist him and that too his own father.
I walked out and glanced at him from the window one last time before going to my room to rest.
Fajar= morning prayer Isha= night prayer
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