ANMona Canvas

'coz every ending has a beginning. This novel has a sequel.... Suddenly I realised it's been over an hour. I kept standing naked, blank, after turning off the shower. The water droplets kept making trails all along my bare skin from the dripping hair to my feet. When everyone in this mighty world, was fast asleep, there was one shattered soul wide awake. I kept sitting at the corner of the dark moist foggy washroom, smelling of despair, regret and helplessness emanating from my body. It was cold inside. I felt the need of warmth. At least a source of material warmth. Drying off the residual water I huddled up on my chair and fired up Facebook on my laptop. The search bar had his name on top. Throughout the day I had spent going through his pictures just to feel his presence around.  I couldn't get over his voice. His aroma was still fresh all over my body. The marks he had left last night were still red and new. I could still feel him all over. T...

The mist, the fog, the sudden bursts of torrential downpour... they knew it all! So did know that sparkling dew drop carefully held at the tip of that insignificant grass that would be smashed in the morning by the incessant marching of black boots following the rhythm of the drum beats. The purple night sky knew and knew the overhanging darkness of the night. The sleeping birds, the twinkling stars, the ever-lit moon and the next morning's first ray of light... they all probably knew!  And finally, it was officially known to the world.  As the clock struck midnight, A teenager lost the teen from the age, While the nation turned seventy!   It was the hour for celebration and it was worth it! Celebrations for surviving the growing cruelty and brutality of the mankind! For cherishing every moment of her whole being. Of rejoicing the making and the maker. Of counting on to all those people who mean the most in her life, and the others who not so matter....