Remember those days in Paris. When I saw you for the first time. Your eyes were glittering, Or maybe, It was just lil bit of sunshine. I fell in love on first sight. Oh! darling remember, we were so crazy, so damn crazy under starlight. Crashing parties, Eiffel Tower and how can I forget moonlit stars sighing on empty streets; you laughing on my silly poetries. Remember watching the Louvre, leaning for a kiss; you stepping on my feet. This city made you crazy or maybe it was the vintage wine you hoarded, messing with my mind and making us hazy.
‘Oh God, it is a scorching day!!’ I said, as I walked up to a cafe across the street. As soon as I enter the cafe, I feel the cool breeze let out by an air conditioner placed at the corner of the room. I choose a table close to the air conditioner and let out a sigh in relief as I sit down, placing my pen and book on top of the table. A staff member comes rushing to me with a menu in his hand as I start to make myself comfortable in that chilly corner.
I look into the menu for about two minutes, finally settling for an Espresso. I flip the pages of my book until I find a blank page and start writing a story that came across my mind while I was in the shower that morning. My short story comprises of just two characters, one of them is a beautiful small-town girl and the other is a boy from a rich urban family.
One day, as it was raining cats and dogs, the girl comes running to a nearby shelter and stumbles upon the boy. They both try to get up, wiping off the dust from their clothes and this split-second creates a narrow window for the boy to take a glance at the mesmerizing eyes of the girl. He then begins to question her whereabouts and in those 30 minutes, they both get along together. The boy then notices that the frigid weather condition is making the girl uncomfortable which drove him to wrap his jacket around the girl and this was the moment that made their 30-minute relation much stronger.
‘Ahh’, I scream as I wake up and find my wife squeezing my nose. In the next few moments, I come out of my sub-conscious state and realise that the whole set-up was nothing more than a dream. I’m disappointed as much as you guys but I conceive that I am already an hour late for my work. I rush to the bathroom as my wife obstructs my way and offers me her hand-made Espresso.
Most of us are dead at 30, but burried in our 80's. This life of ours is such a beautiful opportunity to explore ourselves and exhibit the best version to the world. Let's not waste it by wasting time.
I am compiling a book about and have an opportunity for you. Kindly DM me to my Instagram account : @heart_scribes. Hoping for a positive response. Please don't mind if I have already contacted you.
हमने आपकी रचनाएँ पढ़ी, वह सभी अद्वितिय हैं। हम आपको अपनी नई पुस्तक में सहयोग देने के लिए आमंत्रित करना चाहते हैं। पुस्तक आपके नाम के साथ प्रकाशित होगी साथ उसकी प्रतियां भी आपको दी जाएंगी। आपको सम्मानित करते हुए स्वर्ण पदक भी दिया जाएगा।