PORTRAYAL EVEN WATER IS PURE?

HUSTLE BUSTLE

Samar was as usual surfing over the net on the ways to get rid of storms revolving around in her plain mindset.Sinking deep down , almost drowning

"It's AAALL my mistake!" A yell shrieked out to her ear. "I should not have appointed some dumbs to dump this firm",yell continued by Rohit Salwaar . A plump fitted into a suit separate space for his dancing belly and a dotted tie in his forties pressured up due to his divorce seeking wife and god gifted spoiled brats. It was the fate of 360° DESIGN ARCHITECTURE CO.LTD. employees to recieve with empty hands the plenty of pressure 'Salwaar' carried the way from his pleasant and peace home.

She woke up from the swirling thoughts and gazed at frown looking red plump face bald head sweating due to his own heat her meek but smooth little dark silky eyes bubbled up.

'Salwaar' grunted,"Madam , I would like to say to your kind attention that company's WIFI is for evoking your 'MAHA' architect skills not your cooking and makeup skills ." Samar's swirling mind now turned up that there is no mistake in seeking divorce from this pure man whose heart is also bald out of emotions.

There should be a way to be taught in Personal Development class instead of blabbering on "You are the Best" , "Do the Best" , "Think the best" someone please do say how to find this 'BEST'. Obviously, no point on questioning them if plotting and planning helps me to earn bread blabbering helps them to do so.

Samar updated and saved the file of lawn design for middle class couple since the husband works a paid work and wife an unpaid employer so housewife always coming up with a question "Could we get the same design in another angle ? Could we get another design in same angle" alike choosing lahenga from Laiba Textiles.

The clock struck five. Samar sighed and digged out her purse and black-brown striped bag waiting out for a cab.

Samar,a modest introvert who is in her twenty+ and a liker of both western and Indian kurtas,hijabi either tied or untied with a stern smooth dark eyes and warm lips .She was beauty enough in her plain looks but malnourished due to self- manipulating and self-muting thoughts.

On her way back to home in cab, she looked out to ear impairing horns and pissed of drivers regardless of gender,a gifted scene of Mumbai. Out of the sulking faces she saw a group of four boys and a girl in their rags ,dust crusted face laughing out in their darkened teeth crying,"Uma,your turn pass the tyre!" She could see 5-years old Samar holding her bhaiyya's hand for kicking the ball suddenly bhaiyya started to scream , "Arreey...Madam,please come out of your dreamy world we reached your home.Pay me and let me go"

Lot of dreams and thoughts to let go
But letting go is more like giving a pause to my life

Why to me? Or all of alike me?

Dear hearty readers its my first attempt on publishing my Samar whom I have found many on every you

Its not a pause as she says lets wait for the next chapter with a comma,

For futher enthusiasting realistic updates as a reward for my attempt kindly leave out your comments and do not forget lo light that LITTLE STAR...VOTE...

ASSALAMU ALAIKUM
Next Update: SAMAR IS NOW GIVING A GLIMPSE ON HER LIFE....