The Ripples

Love is this enchanted feeling that also comes with a package of sleepless nights. When you are engrossed with the flirty words that come from the other end of the line, like soft music that takes away your sleep. The teary fights that keep your pillow soaking wet and you feel alone, guilty like you committed a crime to your heart. Well, I wasn’t in love, my sister was. My sister and I share a bed ever since my room was under renovation. I wasn’t too thrilled by the idea but she sure does have a good room. On our first night sleeping beside each other, well less sleeping for me, I figured out she had a boyfriend. Well we never find time to bond, she worked evening shifts, and I had school. She slept the whole day and spoke on the phone all night. The flirty talks were like a whole cringe concert for me. While I ruffled my positions from one side to another to find a side where the sound of her “high-pitched-in-love” voice did not reach my ear, I slept for 45 minutes. The next ...

1 st December 2018 , Its 12:00 AM, I sit on the rooftop with a purple candlelit. Tears falling from my eyes. The wind blows the flame. Just a second, the flame becomes smoke. Its been a year. I celebrated Veda’s birthday. 2009 I was in front of the computer, playing random video games. I increase the volume of the system, so it covers the fun laughter of the children playing outside. I hated the idea of friendship back then. More than me hating it, I just never had the need of a friend. I shut my world to people and concentrated on books and video games. The doorbell rang. The sound overpowered the sound of the game. It was unusual for my parents to return from the office. So I rushed to the door. I dragged the chair, stood on it. Peeped through the small hole to see a small girl, probably my age, in purple with a big smile plastered on her face. Mumma told me to never open the door to strangers, so I did not. She rang the bell thrice and yet I left it unanswered. Eventua...