Crushed Chimere

03. Grumpy beginnings

"Hm then you must know what was the watch time of your publishing website."

"Umm y-yeah its 16 hr per day."

"No its 6. its 6 hours and you are a renowned journalist yourself right , you must know when was the idea of journalism first invented ."

"Umm its-"

"In 1556, the government of Venice first published the monthly Notizie scritte " I said.

"Mr singh are you married?"

"No."

" Do you like women? "

"Ah yes?"

"Do you know when was the first sanitary pad invented?"

"How would I know that ?"

" It was invented in the early 1888" i said again.

"Do you know when womens got their freedom?"

"No."

"Women gained enfranchisement in the Central Provinces, in 1927, and in Bihar and Orissa Province, in 1929. You don't like women do you?"

I could see his ears turning red.

"You should get your facts right about the things you love before questioning me Mr singh and I was correct about my facts. My company is on no 1 position since I became the ceo, because I bought the other company."

"Now I would suggest you to get out of my office this instant."

"y-yes sir."

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My day just got more worst then it already was. I could feel the headache coming in. I have to see HER.

There was no college today , so I knew where would I find her.

It's not like I am stalking her in a creepy way or something, its just for her safety.

Yeah just for her safety.

I drove my car near the market she and her friend were shopping.

I couldn't see her face so I moved a little closer, and then she turned her head looking at me with those hazel eyes. I know she can't see me because my car is tinted, but those eyes though.

Those hazel brown eyes .

You know the feeling the mix of eerie calmness and nostalgia one feels or the moment when everything slows down and all you do is appreciate the amazing things around you that's what I felt staring in those hazel eyes.

It was strange , rare yet marvellous.
It was calm yet I could fell every molecule in my body light up.

Those hazel eyes had an unfamiliar feeling of being at home.

There she was , standing in her light pink kurti, wearing the prettiest jhumkas I have ever seen.

The storm in my summer .

My sun on a cold day, so bright full of fire.

She can burn my whole existence with one touch and yet I would be pleased to warm my heart and bloom my soul.

She reminds me of the ocean , her soul to deep to explore. Her long raven hair so divine , full of rage. Her lips the ruler of my wet dreams creating memories I could never erase or escape.

She calms my restless soul.

Her eyes holds me still.

She wears the night like the moon durning the day never visible waiting for the the perfect hour to become my brightest firefly.