A lost letter

Nothing is in place in this house, where is my file? he shouted.
Why do I always have to take care of everything. What am I, a machine or a human being?.. she shouted back and went to look for the file.
An envelope placed beside the holy figures caught her eyes. It was addressed to God.

Dear God, Please don’t make mommy and daddy fight. Make them best friends again. I’ll give you my Batman pencil if they won’t fight for a whole day.
Love,
Harry.

She hand over the file to him along with the letter.
He looked into her eyes.
Day after tomorrow, she found a pencil beneath the cross.

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Serially lost- Chapter I

She was working very hard for her final exams. She knew she was going to make her father proud. Her father had full confidence in her. She was his pride. This was the time for her to show what she was capable of. She had her goals set. Her life was taking a positive turn but she had no clue how a diversion would take her to a different path.
A new life was about to start. She was following the path to her goals until she met him.
He came in her life as an adventure that she always wanted to experience. He came in her life as cocaine, she knew she shouldn’t taste it but she could not resist.
That spring was golden. He came in her life very fast and she fell for him. He made her life spark. He did things that she could not even imagine anybody doing for her. He was her hero. He was her first touch, her first kiss, her first glass of wine, her first slow romantic dance, her first hand in hand walk in a chilly morning, he was her first love. He gave himself to her completely and in return he just wanted her time that she obviously didn’t hesitate to give at all. She gave him every second of her three crucial months. She forgot about her goals. Her aim was fading day by day. Her perseverance for her goals was nowhere to be seen. He was her only priority. She was madly in love with him and for her everything else ceased to exist.
Tomorrow was her exam, she was sweating with fear, and flicking through the pages of her books. She had forgotten almost everything and was trying hard to cover all the topics in one night. She might have done that but the phone rang and the apprehension was vanished. He was coming to pick her up after exam, that’s all she was concerned about.
She had gone entirely bonkers. She was not in her senses. She was under his spell until she saw her father’s wet eyes for the first time. The result was announced. She could not believe she had done this. She was realising everything, she was very well aware that it was only her fault.
Her father didn’t say a thing but he had lost all the confidence he had in her. She cursed herself but she didn’t know what else to do. All the doors were closed now. Her path was lost and all of the above her confidence was lost.

A room with a view

It’s 4:30 in the morning, I drew back the curtains. Oh the starry night! How beautiful it is to look at the sky, I wish this night never ends. I continue to enjoy the dark starry night turning into the crimson twilight sky and it feels amazing to watch the sunrise.
The sunlight beautifying the nature and making a way through trees into my room going straight to my bed, and there I see the most beautiful view ever!
The tense look she gave as the sunlight reaches her. No, I can’t let the sunlight do this and I have to block it’s way. Now, I look at her sleeping so peacefully. She is so vulnerable, so soft. Her red lips are complementing the red roses outside. Her innocence is dancing to the gentle tweets of birds. I look outside the window, the green trees dwelling these birds which are welcoming the sunlight with their song. The flowers blossoming to enfold the sunlight like the way she embraces me and I want her to let me go never.
I look outside the window and and thank goodness for this beautiful view, at the same time I look inside the room and feel blessed to have this view with me. I don’t know which view to appreciate more but when I look at the nature, it reminds me of her, it makes me long to see her but when I look at my muse, the nature, the world around me cease to exist and she becomes my world.