When "someday" turned into this day.

In an ordinary looking yellow house,lived a little girl.

She was around five,I believe,and bright as a cherub.

She lives beside the school that taught me everything,

next to an equally ordinary postoffice.

But what changed,what took away her identity that could have been-

Beautifully complete before it became so,

was an event no one knew of,no one spoke of.

A terrible,extraordinary act that ruined her childhood,at the least.

No one chose to believe her,what did she know,silly child.

Silly little girl,indeed,for letting her innocence trust people,look to them for help.The same adults to whom the monster belonged,the one who took it all away,left her all the pain-a legacy to last forever.

So that one major event got pushed to a corner as insignificant,but it stayed,

Forever,scarring her,every bit and every day.

Until one day,she found the love,the only power which can heal wounds deep.

And she let go,she let go slowly,finally.

Still she lives in that yellow house,a life ordinary,as tonight she turns fifteen.And know what? She wins,in every moment she wins against the darkness,the monsters inside her head.She smiles way too bright now to let out the light from her life again.

PERKS.OMFG.<3

Coke floats and rainy roads.

Our dreams are as passionate as the swirls of icing on redvelvetcupcakes.As intricately spun as trims of lace.
Or perhaps,the flimsy idea of dreams we carry on for our entire life.Living the old lie of a life.
A constant sleet of heavy downpour.
We sit facing our coke floats,delighting in the creamy forthiness of vanilla ice-cream dissipating into soda.
"Almost like whipped cream" we nod in agreement.We're just being teeangers-laughter sprinigng seamlessly out of heads tilted back.
Accompanied by constant morsels of quips wrapped in the mental broth of our ecstacy.
"Love will make you learn things you don't intend to." She says "I'll wait for love to make him to do it,too or instead." I add earnestly.
We add witty remarks to are lush conversation.And run to the sidewalk before a passing car can splash us with muddy puddle water.A joviality where each little word and act seems funny.
And the goodness of mere coke-floats is a bliss.And stepping into inch deep puddles doesn't make us squirm.
An immortal day,one of those that never dies down in spirit-not even with the dying sun.The afternoon is forever young,true to it's spirit of youth.
The delicacy of  a few friendships is nothing short of magical.
It's our time to SHINE.

Happy Endings?

I've always been a sucker for happy endings.Always.
And everything looks so much prettier on an early summer morning.
Water droplets on the windscreen,golden globules kissed by sunshine.
The Earth,so covered by crunchy brown leaves,and soft yellow ones,browning..that  not a single patch of land can be see,as if the ground were built of leaves.
*Scene Shift*
Sitting at the end of the long table,in the lunch hall..I look for signs that reassure me it's last day of summer school.The girl who sits opposite to me,has deliberately forgotten to wear her shoulder tabs,and two other girls on my side eat skittles on the sly.It's a special dish today,"Mango rice" and just the fact that we got second servings made me happy.It's such an uneventful,usual day but it's the time of the year that makes me infinitely happy.Everytime summer rolls around,I feel like screaming my lungs out and go around giving free hugs.And I'm not big on hugs.I usually just stand there,frozen,awkward while the other person wraps me in their embrace.Summer makes me feel like I'm gonna grow wings and fly away,like in the redbull adverts.It's my high.
Summer just fills me with the kind of happiness nothing else ever can.This peculiar gladness to be alive,to be around..just to feel the summer sunshine on my nape of my neck.
I can even put up with the sticky,moist,intense heat and dehdydrating spells of sweat that makes my clothes cling to my skin.Just for the sake of summer.

Moment of the day.

There's this one blogger who posts about profound moments she encounters each day.
And it insipred me to do at least one post about a profound moment.
This happened last night,but yeah,whatever.
We were just another bunch of teenagers overjoyed by the fact that we had licorice sticks (candy.yeay.) on a long distance car ride to watch a cricket match.and feeling that warm,fuzzy feeling inside my chest,that fills me with contentment at the sight of the blinding floodlights,an indication that we were nearing the stadium.I feel that way each time I see floodlights.And the cheer of the crowd,like one of my friends puts it,is like music to your ears when you are an enthusiast and you can listen to the wild screams before you even enter a world away from reality.The crowd,it gives you the same feeling of insignificance that you get under a starry sky.
And it got way too late on the way back home,much past midnight..but our enthusiasm had not yet been washed out.we were a bunch of ecstatic kids pulling faces at the supporters of the opponent team,while they walked defeated on the dark streets the depression of loss looming over their colourful wigs and painted faces.If you saw them,you'd think  they were oppressed Jews from a concentration camp in Nazi Germany.
And the ride back home on an almost empty street,we saw the lake,lit up by the reflection of the city lights..tall reflections,that late at night.and the pristine Buddha statue standing right at the center,lit up by pretty blue lights.Solitary on a Sunday night.
The very sight put us all into a reflective daze,expressing our love for the city and how perfect it will always seem in our minds,and how we all wished we'd never have to move away elsewhere.If only the colleges around were good enough.
It got all very nostalgic and quiet,till someone said something funny again.
It's funny how my most profound moments take place in cars,though.