Yet again, another dweller drooling for those designer bags. Yet again, another folk picking the dirt with his rags. While I, the omnipotent reflector of truth; look over everything, like the angels who descend from the elysian ether.
The two sides of me have perceived it all. Blankets on the concrete pavements, Wildflowers blossoming between the cobblestones; Tires wrecking havoc while they lie asleep, Vivid lights sparkling an unattainable aura. Well-off exhibiting their wealth behind me white faces yearning for a cent in bleak winters before me.
Twilight hits with ringing bells when keepers arrive with hopes of getting affluent entwined in their monopoly again.
Yes I've perceived it all with my prowess while wandering astray in my sonder. A personnel with avarice discernible on his face, during the onset of daybreak, looking for a present for his overseer or rather an offering to quench his satiety of pinnacle. An adolescent in a tattered attire seeking alms from the gentleman with wrapped caskets. A lady in red peeping through the sides of her sunglasses scoffing at the versaces behind me while holding onto her louis vuitton. A lover hastening his way inside to convey his lavish ardor to his beloved. The working class drooling and envying those forlorn futile wallets with no memoirs inside. And at the end of the pavement, under the glinting streetlights stood a lover of metaphors beholding this bedlam.
Born in factories, where minors toiled under their (k/bl)ind padrones, I've led a luxury loaded life. But I wonder sometimes if I was a mortal, would I have embraced those cobblestones of this pavement or hung upon those crummy cash cultures? Still, I wish I would not desire for epicaricacy rather I find being a muffled mirror more compelling than a crooked wise. I'd prefer gazing reticently at those cerise evenings and cyanine dusks anytime than being a callous creature with a love for sweaty and forlorn bits of paper.
A mellifluous note in dripping silence, a clement rain in my parched vales on muggy evenings, a unicorn with a crown of gladioluses, She ushered with her, rainbows and rays of hope, love and compassion. Scribbling verses, odes and proses with eumoiriety, she perplexes everyone with her winsome yet orphic psyche.
Manu ❤︎ I'm not good when it comes to birthday wishes, I'm not good when it comes to admiring people with words and embellishing them with heartwarming metaphors holding tear-jerking emotions. I'm quite clumsy at it to be honest. Even when I write birthday wishes to my close friends irl, it's just me blabbering non-sense XD. I'm an amateur when it comes to writing proses and poetries, more so if it's a dedication. Few lines are the best I could do. But for you, I really wanted to dip my prose in the oceans of love you hold for everyone and everyone holds for you. My prose might've been able to enthrall just a tiny bit of it since it's too much to be penned in mere words. Your seraphic presence is really an ebbulience for me and everybody around you.
A unicorn, (n.) A person that is rare and highly valued, or is ideal I read this somewhere, and the moment I stumbled upon this, all I could remember was you. Now I know why "unicorn" suits you so much. ｡◕‿◕｡
I was just a newbie back then when we first got to know each other, with practically no idea how this app worked and no idea how to interact with new people (never been on any social media lol). I might've been a bit frustrating, I might've been clueless, I might've been childish but you were always there. Always there for me, from the very beginning. I remember how I used to think that you might be elder than me *giggles* and asked you if I should be calling you Di? I remember spamming you non-stop while stravaiging through your feed XD. I remember how Mirakee shouted with joy when our unicorn posted anything. I remember many of our little convos here and there which always left a lasting curve on my face.
Well, frankly, I admire you a lot. I admire how you cheer everyone up with your little endearing charms. I admire how you stand strong through all the storms you face. I admire how you greet everything and everyone with a smile leaving a wide curve on them as well. I admire how you always check up on me here and there. I admire how whenever I come back, you greet me with such affection. I admire how people can rely on you with such ease. I admire how you're an inspiration for all at such a young age. I admire how lovable you are inside out. I admire YOU and your beautiful personality.
(ʷᵉˡᵖ! ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵠᵘⁱᵗᵉ ᵃ ʳᵉᵖᵉᵗⁱᵗⁱᵒⁿ 乁[ ◕ ᴥ ◕ ]ㄏ)
Well, that's that. I hope this birthday wish won't sound lame. And even if it did, I can't help it. Got no talent for them dude :') But I do hope that this'll bring a teeny tiny smile on your face. Then, it'll be worth it. I wish you a fantastic birthday this year. I hope all the good things come your way and you achieve whatever you desire for. Wish you all the happiness in the world, for you deserve them the most. (◕ᴗ◕✿)
Happy Sweet Sixteen
With Love ~Medha 10.07.2021 (Your birthday *dances*)
Heaviness breathed in the air and I longed to be hogged up in my blanket the whole day. "Wake up, darling. You've gotta go to work. Don't wanna be late now, do we?" A gentle whisper landed in my ears as a hand reached for my hand from behind my back. He cuddled with me while I mumbled under my breath, "What's the time right now?" He pursed his lips as if trying to create suspense and muttered slowly, "Half past nine." My eyes widened and forehead furrowed whilst I yelped, "Why didn't you wake me up early? I told you I've a meeting at 10. How am I going to make it on time now. I'll be done for if we won't be able to convince this client. Hah! Why're you smerking now? I'm doomed and you've the audacity to laugh at me?" I jumped off the bed and reached for the bathroom knob when he bursted into laughter. He slowly pointed his finger to our wooden wall-clock and I noticed the time, quarter past seven. Exasperation and a slight embarassment dawned all over my face. He sat up, pulling me to sit on the bed and laid his chin tenderly on my shoulder wrapping me in his arms. His alleviating warmth was enough to calm my nerves down and forget of his little shenanigan earlier. I rubbed my cheeks to his softly while the corners of my mouth turned up. He said, "A piece of advice, never trust me so easily. I can be really deceiving you know?" He sneered while I pouted at his remark. "Oh, Is that so? But I remember a letter I got through messages on my last birthday which said I will never decieve you and you can trust me forever or something."
His mouth snapped shut at that very moment. It was so adorable watching his ears turn red. I bit my bottom lip to suppress a laugh. He lifted up his head like a tamed lion and asked, "I thought I deleted that message? How did you get a hold of my embarassing cringeworthy past?" I shrugged and exclaimed, "Well, you took your time deleting it. So now, the way I see it, you're probably the last person I'd expect of deceiving me." I walked away to get ready while a smile played on my lips. After we both got ready, we parted ways as he hugged me tightly and said, "Let's go on a date tomorrow."
The whole day passed bluntly, and I, a typical overworked employee at a corporation was stuck between the hassle of handling my subordinates and getting mocked by the superiors. When it struck five, I stood up to leave and rushed towards the exit gate before someone compelled me for working overtime.
The moment I stepped outside, a heaviness surrounded me again. It was subtle but something was strange that day. The cold breeze brushing past my face had numbed my senses and the scent of a distant lover unsettled my inner storm. The floor beneath my feet seemed to be sliding as if struck by an avalanche. I glanced back at my day, yet nothing seemed wrong. I didn't have a fight with anyone and work was pretty much smooth. We even decided to go on a date the next day. After putting a lot of effort, I came to a conclusion that it might just be one of those intuitions of mine when I feel wistful for no particular reason. I shaked off this unsettling feeling and continued stravaiging on the streets. I could take a taxi back home but something held me back. I just wanted to wander off away from my thoughts.
I stopped by a shop and bought a chocolate. It always cheered me up the moment its sweetness melted on my tongue. I remembered the pack of chocolates he brought back home for me the day before. I was yet to open it. He'd always bring one, once a week as if reminding me that I'm always cared for. One would say he has really spoiled me. I wonder why my thoughts always strolled back to him. By then, I was probably grinning like a five year old who finally got his favourite candy after struggling hard to convince his parents. We've been together for two years already but my face still lightened up on his mention.
I was lost in my thoughts when my phone started ringing out of nowhere. Anticipating it to be his call, I quickly took it out of my pocket. But to my disappointment it was a random number. I reluctantly picked up the call. And to this moment I remember that feeling of terror and how my cherished chocolates tasted bitter, after hearing the news. I rushed for a taxi, my face turning paler as each second passed by. Panting, I screeched and practically shouted at the driver, "Please take me to the city hospital quickly." Perhaps, he sensed my desperation and drove as fast as he could. I ran all the way towards the entrance as if my life depended on it, and saw him being taken from the ambulance while covered in blood. Probably taking his last breat- No, I tried denying it with all my might. He is in the hospital.. there must be some way! I grabbed his hand and embraced him while the stretcher kept moving towards the OT. What he murmured in my ear at that moment still resonates inside me, "I told you I can be deceiving."
Ok so probably, I'm the last person to write a birthday post for you today.. and I really apologise for that T_T
Happy Birthday Bhavya❤️ I'm short of words to be honest.. and when it comes to birthday wishes, I'm quite clumsy at that.. Bhavya.. I'm so glad to have met you here. I'm so glad I read your beautiful verses oozing with bliss.
I wish you all the happiness in the world. I hope you'll accomplish all your ambitions and aspirations. And I wish you the best. Have a great day and a great year ahead :) ❤️
Frozen, I sat there; overwhelmed as I gazed, gobsmacked as I dazed, that curve unfazed by the manacles of time. Yet I sat there, gelid attuning to lukewarm fervours, amid the frigid hiemal of evenfall. Soughing with every portent of its schmaltz.
"Photine pretence yet a stoic spirit" That recollection caterwauled. My eyes blurring at the anemoia flabbergasted at her flamboyant self, as she fleered with her insouciant persona, Yet whisted me with her eunoia.
Her selcouth smile professed forechoosing a life as a quaintrelle; rather than a beast-awaiting belle, or distress-loaded damsel. Gaping at her figurine I tried to conjecture a surmise, But maybe her photograph was still not competent enough, to succumb the fervours of her elegiac demise.
Laconic love, goetic grace yet her curve remained unfazed. La douleur exquise betides, a pining resides coveting for a converge with her in my life, consigning to oblivion that she had it no more.
Gawking at the wooden frame from my wooden chair scribbling aubades for her with a wooden pen to salve cordolium of my splintered wooden heart and insinuate duende to my wooden spectre.
Snivelled then bawled yet I sondered, "It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live." Still I pondered When the lilac from my skies evanesced with her departure, All that remained was a tenebrific quietus. And a photograph corroborating the bereavement of my caim. My sole impetus.
We are living in a world where there are certain things continuously going on, and we never question on it. We are so good in taking inspiration from others and getting influenced from them and we also afraid by the miserable consequences that has happened with them. We should develop the quality of raising questions to the pre-existing beliefs of our society. Before creating or going to do something new, there always a thought comes into our mind that how others will react. And we take so much stress because of it. You can read this book "ReWork: Change the Way You Work Forever", where your perspective about a lot of things will change.
Earlier mirakee used to be so good app for writing. Now they have ruin the whole experience by not allowing the users to choose photo from gallery. I recommend you to use mod apk version that you can download from google, atleast you can be able to choose the font you want like mine. Mirakee team only wants to make profit out of it by pushing users to buy their subscriptions, they have forgotten the main thing that is user satisfaction. After a long time I am writing something, thank you for reading
An autobiography refers to the story of a person’s life as written by that person itself. To put it another way, it is a self-written account of one's life. You must have come across autobiographies of leaders and great personalities from history.
--Today, write an imaginary autobiography of an object.--
| A VERSE AND A PEN CHALLENGE | (Part 04: Of laurels and love)
Disclaimer: Don't just scroll down and drop a single congratulations. Your fellow friend needed around an hour to do all this (You can still skip the disclaimer itself ) ________________
*grabs the mic*
Namaste! Welcome to Malpe beach, one of the famous beaches in Udupi. My team of "A verse and a pen challenge" has brought you all to this place (with free flight tickets and hotel accommodations, of course) due to many reasons which I will let you know, hoping that you are all enjoying the place and the vibes associated here. *clichépenname appreciates the setup and takes the seat next to kairos_*
One, we are here on the request of my friends who are a part of the self- help group "Pathetic Plastic". The dumping of polythene bags, and many other plastic items have indeed caused harm to the marine life here, and hence, as a part of our programme, I am proud to let you all know that we will be a part in this campaign and contribute towards making this world a better place for the marine life, as well as for the terrestrial ecosystem. We are also accepting money donations for the campaign, and the entire fund will be utilised for the drive. I hope you would all like to be a part of the initiative. *claps and hurrays from the lovely Miraquillean audience*
Two. We have seen many people in our paradise complimenting about nature, the seashores, the tides, and of love and harmony. So why not experience life on a seashore at least for a moment? *squared and manasaa meanwhile get ready to grab as many seashells as possible*
Three, it was meant to bring you all together, since I have seen the community charm in ourselves vanishing bit by bit. It is just my attempt of gathering my lovely people of a paradise. (Four, because it is my hometown and I'm proud of its beauty )
*everyone are served hot tea with 'golibaje', a signature snack of Mangaluru. (basically like a pakora, but not a pakora lol)
laus_deo: If it is going to be too formal, you'll be tasting the sands and then the sharks, okay?
me: Okay, fine! -- So, without any delay, let us start our Prize Ceremony!!!!!!! *takes a deep breath* ________________ *voices from the audience* sereiin, Amsterdam and inhabited: Krish, we hope that you're starting the challenge with the revelation of the judges. We already have the stones ready in our hands. *wicked smiles*
me: Uhmm, well, I have planned the epiphany for tomorrow. So........
kairos_ , my_cup_of_poetry and zohiii : No! Take the blames away from us. We want to prove these people wrong. Don't hide the truth and laugh there, okay?
jerry_21: You got me thinking all night regarding the same, and now see you, a man awake from a snory sleep, smiling in all cruel ways possible, duhh.
me: la la la la laaaaa, no no no! It's all happening tomorrow!!!! Hold the anxiety *laughs weirdly*
audience: KRISH!!!!!!! ________________ *meanwhile ignoring all the voices* Huhh people, to be honest, all of your submissions were as great as helllllllllllllll. I would have died of stress if I were to judge the prompt. But luckily, I'm alive today, thanks to the judges! The prizes have been decided based on the combined scores. :)
So, the third prize goes to.... @someone_you_know, for participating in this contest with her lovely submission describing the pov of love. Congratulations!!!!! Here we have our docs (XD) kairos_ and clichépenname to award you this medal and my handwritten note. I hope you like it :") Thank you! ♥️
And, the second prize goes to...... @natasha_a for her lovely piece which I am not finding on the platform for some reason *sighs* Maybe it's my eyes which are too lazy *-* To award you the medal and my small prize, we have lovenotes_from_carolyn here. Let us welcome her with lots of applaud! Thank you very much! ♥️ (Has your username changed? *-*)
The time you have been waiting for, is here...
aditii_: Drags are too cringy Krishii, okay? Please don't say that you got the first prize, we've seen the same boring dialogue twice.
*gently wipes tears*
The first prize goes to, @shreyah for her unique piece describing the pov of anxiety. Congratulations mademoiselle. Here we have writersbay team on stage to give away the token of love (as you expected XD). Please accept it. Thank you SO much ♥️ ________________
Naah naah, the prize ceremony is yet pending. We have three contestants who were very close to the winners, and hence I would like to call out their names and give them their medals too. The three participants are: @myrrhc @ak_anjali_daydreamzz @heartsease
I would like to thank you for participating in the prompt and submitting such beautiful crafts which indeed were high on a healthy competition. Collect your virtual book gifts backstage! Thank you so very much ♥️ ________________
As always, I wouldn't miss the accessits, since they formed an integral part of the competition as well. I thank you all wholeheartedly from the podium. Sending you loads of love right from here, catch it! ️uttkarsh_15 ️sayurii_ ️inara__ ️daunting_phoenix ️thesunshineloves ️charlie_emerald ️diyabedi ️tejaswini_3 ️2nd_incarnation ️faulty_puppet ️life_versified ️_floral ️anshika_winks ️jennet__ ️jodiya ️tamanna3 ️the97_introvert ️_aradhya ️zeee_zephyrs (please don't mind if you have changed your usernames ) ______________________________________________
I'm so sorry that I had to bring it down to a simple arrangement and a formal hosting ceremony. This is all what I could do, thinking of all the safety I have to ensure in care of you all. And I'm also sorry for not complementing each of your pieces separately, I've already let you all know why. Greatest apologies for making you witness all my lame jokes (I tried to make it as nice as possible)
Tonnes of apologies for the users who were assigned funny roles. I knew only a few whom I could add there and I couldn't help :"( I really hope that the unbiased results made everyone happy. After all, we too are people and we have different perspectives, right? So let us appreciate the present and enjoy the time here. We further have our campaign, and then, we will all have a typical Manglorean dinner planned by me, which I really hope you all will love to taste. Thank you!!!
| A VERSE AND A PEN CHALLENGE | (Part 03: Seeking the hidden)
Hello!! *appears in Miraquill after many days just like Taylor Swift gets up from her grave in "Look What You Made Me Do"*
Soo, when you all literally felt I had forgotten about the challenge, I'm here, coming out like a demon XD
This post is being posted half-heartedly, since the tour for Karnataka which was planned for the prompt has been cancelled due to the host's health issues.
*receives all the bouquets, just in case someone gives* *listens to "Soon You'll Get Better" and gets calm* ________
As you all have known, the participants have been reviewed and scored by our FOUR lovely judges, who definitely deserve all of the love and appreciation.
But whom will you exactly appreciate? XD
~ So, all you have to do is guess the four judges' USERNAMES and mention them in the comments box. Please do not tag them, since I'll be sued if they do not turn out to be in the jury panel.
~ Clue 1: One of them is a gentleman and one of them is a lady for sure. ~ Clue 2: All of their usernames might or might not have a "p" in common, but have English alphabet letters for sure. ~ Clue 3: They are the judges of the challenge. ~ Clue 4: They are all Miraquilleans. ~ Clue 5: One of the judges is unexpected and surprising.
*Is it cool that I said all that? Is it chill that you're in my head? Cz I know that it's delicate* (swifties meanwhile get angry on me for dropping the most important clues)
~ Everyone is free to comment.
~ Whoever manages to guess the names of three or more (lol) judges correct, will be given my favourite book virtually.
Hurrayyyyy!! Let me laugh and enjoy now ________
P.S: Too many TS references since I'm listening only to her since a month. Queen <3
This is a fan-fic. People not watching Vincenzo may skip reading this because anyway, it is entirely for myself that I am posting this here. You know, to have a record that I wrote something like this. They are three different scenes that I have written in case any Vincenzo fan reads it. Praying that we get the romance arc in the last two episodes. Btw, the pictures in the bg are misleading.
WATCH VINCENZO IF YOU HAVEN'T. LAST TWO EPISODES WILL AIR THIS WEEK.
Vincenzo took a sigh of expected dissapointment and gazed into the eyes of Han seo, which were dazzling with anticipation and troth along with the contrast of Han seo's vibrant unassuring magenta shirt which rather made him look clueless.
Meanwhile, Han seo rubbed over his sunglasses with the tip of his fingers and said, "I think I gave one of the answers correct though..."
Before he could complete his statement, Vincenzo stood up to grab some files and asked him to arrange them in order. The ground swept beneath him as he could not afford another failure after the round of set of questions with Cha young and Vincenzo. Cha young smirked, locking eyes with Vincenzo, followed by Mr. Nam's subtle smile excited to see Han seo struggling with those.
"I will surely get the questions right the next time, promise." Han seo spewed and suddenly brought his pinky little finger forward to seal a promise with Vincenzo.
Vincenzo sniggered at his act almost denying his deal with the promise, locking his hands in a crossed position. Before the opportunity could slip away, in a blink of an eye, he switched from Vincenzo to Cha young, bringing his tiny finger forward saying, "Promise! I will definitely! And if I don't, you can just throw me out, bang me like a utensil, beat me up till I exit the geumga plaza, anything you wish."
Cha young yet again scoffed at his act with her shiny cheeks becoming the highlight of her face followed by adding another smile on Vincenzo's face.
"You see, we don't need to bang or beat you up with so much energy. One finger flick from Ms. Hong is enough to have you down." Mr. Nam adds in favour of Cha young.
*Flashback of finger flick in Vincenzo's head* *Is this real? Starting to play in his head*
It was just the moment, Cha young was almost ready to bet Han seo's preparation with the finger flick, Vincenzo coughed loudly, loosened his neck tie and approached Han seo grabbing his shoulder while holding some files in his left hand.
"Byeonhosanim, I think we don't need a finger flick." Vincenzo says to cha young while clearing his throat and indicating han seo to leave.
"Why?" Han seo moved his lips with no voice and tried to convince Vincenzo with his puppy lovable eyes.
"We will discuss the details tomorrow!"
Before han seo could bring his pinky finger for a promise forward, Vincenzo threw the files over him asking him to arrange them in the stand. Han seo balances those in his arms and tries to read to arrange them in order.
"Second from the top" Mr Nam shouts.
Vincenzo widened his arms to open his wardrobe, bent his neck to one side and moved the hangers clinging onto the rod. Multiple suits, looking evidently similar were one behind the other but for him, they weren't. He could easily make out the differences between them.
Betwixt the expensive branded Italian suits, there were a few hanging at the left most corner which caught his eye. He smirked gazing at them and widened his lips for an adorable smile. He pulled it out while the memory of buying it flashed before him.
It was a part of the "appreciation gift" Cha young bought him after the last court hearing which they won together. He remembered how she dozed off at the store during the measurements for the suit and how carelessly she was resting on the couch with her hair enveloping her rouge cheeks, her mouth partly open as she was deeply asleep and the expression she had worn even in her sleep had brought a smile on his face. And he knew that yet again, the voice of his soul had deepened on her sight and he had to conceal his desire beneath even more.
Before he could exit from the aura of his imagination, the coo of Inzangi broke the chain of his thoughts. He took a step towards him and emptied the packet, to feed Inzangi as he slid the window open.
He dressed in the suit gifted by Cha young and walked down the corridor with the mattblack suitcase in his hand. It was only when he reached the so-called "Italian restaurant", he caught a glimpse of Mr Nam and Cha young already relishing their breakfast. Instantly, he wore a subtle smile, cleared his throat and entered the restaurant pushing the glass door.
Chef Toto stood attentively in front of him and asked, "What would you like?"
Before he could speak, cha young interrupted him and called him out, "Byeonosanim, why don't you join us? It is enough for three. You don't need to order."
"Yes! Please join us" Mr Nam added.
Vincenzo pulled a chair beside Mr Nam facing Cha young while she was sipping the soup from her bowl. "You suit looks exceptionally good today!" Mr Nam said.
"Oh, does it?" Vincenzo set his suit and swop away the dust over his shoulder with his fingers, effortlessly showing off his charms.
"Exactly! Does it really? It looks like every other suit he owns." Cha young commented after chugging the last sip of soup.
"Noo! It doesn't look any other suit." Vincenzo said alarmingly.
"Look, it is much neater and sober than the one I wore yesterday. I usually wear navy-blue and somber italian suits but this one is flamboyant black, immaculate double-breasted with an impeccably crisp textile. The colour has a touch of chinese, gray and black over the sleeves and is an expensive three-piece."
While he spoke all of it, Cha young and Mr Nam dropped the spoons in their plates, swooning over his knowledge about suits. Their surprised faces was followed by a loud clap by Mr Nam.
"Indeed, you are a mafia. Knowledge and expertise in every single field." Cha young spoke.
Vincenzo pressed his lips with a tensed look, dissapointed that she couldn't recognise the suit she bought for him.
"But why do I feel I have heard this somewhere?" She continued.
"At the store where we bought this." Vincenzo whispered, almost mumbling the words because of the stuffed food in his mouth.
"Ahhhh.." Cha young suddenly said with a touch of realisation in her tone while Vincenzo's eyes brightened up with hope.
"I think I heard this advertisement on radio yesterday in the car." She added.
Vincenzo hopes drown while Hong cha young sipped another bowl of soup smiling at Vincenzo's pissed look because nothing feels better than teasing him.
Vincenzo unbuttoned his jacket firmly, put it over the arm of the chair, loosening his necktie, he made himself comfortable on his chair.
Agent An, disguised as a chef set his foot in the jipuragi law firm and stole the glimse of each corner of the room, checking for the presence of any other person except for Vincenzo, Cha young and Mr. Nam like a hawk.
Swiftly, with his fingers touching the tips of each other in front of his chest he walked towards Vincenzo. Cha young and Mr Nam observed his behavior and knew that he was here to let down an information.
Prior Mr An could reach him, Vincenzo got off his chair and made his way to the table in the centre of the office for discussions while Mr. Nam mixed the instant coffee for four in the corner and moved towards the table with one in his hand. Cha young on her tippie toes speedily walked towards the centre and grasped the chair where Vincenzo was about to sit, blindly.
Before Vincenzo's instincts could hit him, he almost fell over Cha young and at the spur of the moment Mr An held Vincenzo's wrists pulling him towards himself leading to another intimate hug between Vincenzo and Mr An.
*Adrenaline rushing through my veins, I forgot all the pain*
Cha young widened her eyes in startlement and Mr Nam spilled the coffee upon this action behind Agent An leading to the slip of his shoes. The created mess had Mr An throwing Vincenzo away and Mr Nam hugging Agent An with a cup of leftover coffee in one of his hands and Cha Young supporting Vincenzo on the arm of the chair as their eyes locked, followed by the startled eyes of Cha young and Vincenzo's ears burning red. The chair creaked and moved slightly disbalancing the whole set up and waking them up from the dreamy moment.
Vincenzo pulled himself together and dragged his own chair for the discussion finally.
"Let's start with it!" Vincenzo said.
"Sorry?" They exclaimed and Vincenzo finally noticed Mr An and Mr Nam still balancing themselves in a position too close for a hug.
I almost couldn't write but the prompt was beautiful. Also, it resembled closely with something I've always wanted to write on (being deeply moved by 2 songs close to my heart - Young forever & Encore) but somehow never did.
*I'll give the best of me - From 'The best of me' by Nicholas Sparks
I often wonder places like home never get abandoned like the bruises of sunkissed winter, and even if the paint doze off, some memories still awake forever and keeps on running in between minute hands untill the heart of home beats within an archaic hourglass for ever.
A home, which has been left with gashes over its four walls reminds me of feuillemort betrayed by pallette of sunset, but in the coffin of emotions there comes a spider with the hope of living to build a cobweb beneath a hanging framework, and I feel wilts can also bloom in a flower vase when I saw dust turning into grim of affection and cherishing its flaws.
In the backyard there blows a vintage zephyr, it taps on the rusted window to play some chills of nursery rhymes, I walk little and rest on the lap of dusky sofa which keeps on humming a lullaby in grandmother's voice and as I try to sleep certain hallucinations bewilder me, not the nightmares but the chirp of ceilings posing me to stay at the outskirts of this abandoned house eternally. ~Purva