Monday, April 6, 2015

Falling for You

Written By: Rosheen Aftab

I had always been a sucker for mystery.

Dark mystery, which draws you in as soon as you read the first page of the novel and you're so curious about what happens next, you feel like skipping the next few pages but that would actually mean missing out on the fun. So you don't do it but there's a hastened lava of feelings erupting inside you with every line, every word.

He was just like that novel. He was full of fun, tragedy, happiness and hatred, all at the same time. He could paint the sky blue and yet give a tornado warning, at the same moment. He was this unique version of a human being that annoys the heck out of you but makes you love him that instant.

It was exhilarating. Painful. Amazing.

The first time we met, I could sense the dominating vibes all over the room, emanating from the guy in the black suit with golden brown eyes. We hadn't really talked but I had felt an evil self of him. Like the innocent guy in the horror movie who is loved by all but turns out to be the real murderer.


The first word that comes to my mind, now that I think of him, is destruction. He was a storm, an F-6 tornado possessing winds blowing with the speed of light. He could attract the strongest thing to himself, twirl it inside and smash it to pieces without actually touching it.

I am not sure what I would do if I could go back in time and possibly change all that. Would I even want to do that? I ask myself this question so often, I'm not even sure if he's real or not now. Maybe he's just a figment of my imagination because he's too beautiful and just as cruel to be true.

In the deepest core of my heart, I know I wouldn't change it if I could, a million times. Because no matter how much you hate the ending of a story, you would never trade having read all of those words and felt the radioactive emotions for the beauty of oblivion.

Oblivion is beautiful. Just not as much as him.

1 comment:

  1. Awesome yaar.... Now guess who I am... Hint: Im ur classmate