They were watching her like a hawk, judging her.

(Finally I wrote a fictional post again. YAYY :D | Do read & lemme know how you found it!)

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She did things. She thought it was finally to put the past behind her, to move on.

Meera woke up early next morning, she wanted a proper new started, even if that meant going to bed early and waking up in dire need of coffee to find enough strength to brush her teeth!

She switched her phone on and went to freshen up. She returned to find 2 text messages. On was the standard spam message about winning a UK lottery. She shook her head and continued to the 2nd one.

It read :
" Hey there M! Good morning gorgeous. I wish you all the very best on this whole new start. And if you need someone to remind you that it is a brilliant plan when you start to lose faith, you have me. Have a great day! X"

This brought a radiant smile to her face! She knew she could count on him.. And this just went on to prove her right!

She replied with a thanks and went on with her day with boosted confidence.

(9 pm)

Meera had had a long day. But she felt good, she was still humming to herself. She decided to go online for a while to kind of take a break. She deserved it, she said to herself.

As she scrolled through the statuses and photos smiling every now and then, a chat box popped up.

• "How are you doing Meera?! It's been so long! What's up girl?"
• Hi .. I'm doing pretty good, thanks :) How are you?
• "What's going on in life? UPDATE ME! :D"
• Haha, not all that exciting Ria. Just a new job. It's going pretty good, today was my first day. The office looks wonderful Ria, you'd love it!
• "That sounds nice! I'm happy for you!"
• Aww. Thank you! What's new with you?
• "Ah, nothing. Same old, same old. Achha listen, what's with the new boyfriend haan?"
• I'm sorry, what? Come again? WHAT BOYFRIEND?!!
• "You're talking to me babe, drop the act. Heard you're all lovey dovey with Ranjith-whats-his-name .. ?!
• I thought you knew better than that Ria. Guess not! What the hell? We're just close friends. What is wrong with you people?
• "Whoa , slow down there. You broke Mayank's heart 6 months ago. Now you're talking a lot with this guy, at least that's what the rumors state. Of course people are going to assume y'all are together. DUH."
• Even if I am dating him, IF, how is it anyone's bloody business? And guess what, I didn't "break his heart" just for my own entertainment. It wasn't workin... never mind, why should I keep explaining myself to everyone! You know what? Think whatever you want. I don't give a shit. And you can tell your 'rumor mills' to get a life and STOP. SPECULATING. ABOUT. MINE!

She didn't tell anyone but after that day, she felt her world crashing down on her. No longer was she happy about the beautiful day. She thought about what she could do to stop all this as tears streamed down her face.

Why, when she was trying her hardest to move on, were they stuffing it in her face? Why wouldn't they leave her alone? When would they ever stop judging her?

Just because she ended one relationship, did that mean they would continue to look at her this way all the time? 

She sighed. The clock struck twelve. She was going to have a long day tomorrow as well. She sniffed, wiped her face and eased herself onto the bed.

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New Beginnings! (A Short Story)

" .. But I can't!" she ended, looking away.

"You can.. Of course you can! You know I love you, always have, always will. Just this once, forget what your mind is trying to tell you. Please, I'm begging you, begging you for one chance .."

She was hurt. And betrayed. And lost.

It took her months to begin to accept that it really was over .. Why would she want to go down the same path? Isn't it said that once you repeat it, it's no longer a mistake, it is stupidity.

"What about Perth? The cat you promised you'd get me? What about our engagement? Why?" she'd shouted that night, her mind refusing to believe he would desert her just like that.

"I know what you're thinking.. I am not him Beth, you know me!" he said, trying to convince her.

"I thought I knew him too..." she trailed off.

* 2 days later*

"You're my friend. And because of you, actually make that, thanks to you, I could survive what happened. You're why I didn't give up, you're why I threw away physically, and mentally, everything that I'd been carrying all these years. 

You're the reason I want to be new. More. Better.

And hey, I say, let's give it a try!" she messaged him.

To New Beginnings! :]

Winnie The Pooh's Story.

Remember the yellow/golden cuddly bear on TV named Winnie? Do you know that it was inspired from a REAL bear? No? Well, read on! =)

'En route to a training camp in Quebec during World War I, Canadian army lieutenant Harry Colebourn bought a bear cub for $20 from a hunter in White River, Ontario.

He named her Winnipeg, after his hometown, and smuggled her to England, where “Winnie” became the mascot of his militia regiment.

Eventually he donated her to the London Zoo, where she became a great favorite of Christopher Robin Milne, the son of a local playwright.'

And we all know what happens next!

Have a brilliant week! Stay safe

Maira.

" .. And that was the end of my hair problems!" Maira ended, which was followed by great exclamations, encouraging whoops and applause.

She exited the stage and happened to bump into a fairly good looking young woman. 

"Maira?"

"It's m'am to you" came the quick reply from somewhere in the crowd surrounding this famous beauty.

"Wait, have I seen you somewhere?" Niki asked Maira.

"Figure it our yourself Miss Bully" she muttered under her breath and left.

Niki was bewildered for quite some time .. Firstly she was late and she missed the chance of interviewing Miss Universe 2012 Maira, she was sure to get it tomorrow at the office. But that, strangely enough, wasn't what was nagging at her mind.. 'What did she mean by that sentence? Bully? What's she talking about?' Niki thought, as she got out of the lift, walking towards her house.

She entered to see her roommate stretched on the couch, watching television. The channel was broadcasting Maira's interview/press conference.

" .. and hey, I didn't get here unscathed. I was bullied. In school, oh yeah, don't gasp or look at me like that, I was bullied. But I wasn't all that fat, or ugly, and I wasn't hit, well then what happened? Let me tell y'all.

I was the only girl in my class who never did anything to my hair. I had pretty decent black locks which went down my lower back, which I always kept braided or tied up in a ponytail whenever I left home.

My parents were pretty conservative, not the type to keep me in the dark about boys and growing up and everything, but I wasn't raised up in a surrounding that made me want to experiment and color my hair. Among all the straightening, curling, bonding, streaking and dyeing, my hair was always the constant. Now a lot of girls kept getting mad at me because the teachers would always reprimand them, but since there was no such rule that said we couldn't do whatever we wanted with our hair, they could do nothing but lecture the class. The teachers would often take my name as an example, but hey, I wasn't some teacher's pet or anything. Far from it" Maira said, and giggled, her endearing dimples on display.

"I went to parties, I played basketball, I studied too, but was pretty average. The girls in my class would put chits into my bag calling me names, they would prank call at my house at times too.

So this goes out to every girl who oils her hair because she's not scared of being branded a behen-ji or boring. To that girl who doesn't fall prey to whatever the current hair fashion is. To that girl who ties her hair up simply. To every girl out there watching, who has being laughed upon because of her plaited hair, I survived it, and came out strong. And so shall you!" Maira stated, the audience captivated by her story.

" That was then and now? Well I am here, in a press conference midst hundreds of people, and forget what those girls do for a living, I have almost forgotten their names and faces even! Life is hard. But the fruits of labor, of having dealed with crap people, it is worth it!" she concluded.

"Maira, what exactly do you do to maintain your hair?" a journalist asked.

By now, Niki was gaping at the screen, Maira was the girl she had bullied? This exotic looking beauty? She'd never realized how her actions could've affected someone. She removed the plug out of the socket and ran into her room.. She felt horrible. Her only solace was the thought that Maira deserved all of it. The hair, the beauty, the fame..

- THE END -

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"It's A Date!"

Economics class. She was so bored. She generally liked this teacher but god knows why, she was being too drab today. Stifling a yawn, she looked around the classroom. Alok met her eye with a tiny smile and she smiled back at him.

Girls usually swarmed all around him. THANKFULLY, he wasn't the typical douche. He was sweet and flirtatious, but hey, it was Alok, all bets were off!

"He's staring at you", Priya said, nudging Sneha and her cheeks flushed with color. She hesitantly looked up at him. He was grinning almost like he knew she was into him! He winked at her and then pretended to be fascinated with the textbook. That one wink, it caused flutterings in her stomach. It felt insanely good.

Break time, she ran away to the canteen to buy a sandwich, grinning from ear-to-ear.

Double psychology class, meant sitting in the front and taking down notes but today, today she wanted nothing but to stare at him. God certainly was listening to her because just then, Alok came to sit beside her.

Her cheeks were such a deep shade of red, that he couldn't help but pull her cheeks. By now, they had quite a few eyes on them, but they were in their own world, oblivious of everything and everyone but each other.

They were so immersed in each other, they didn't realize that the teacher along with the whole class, they were staring right at them. Thrown out of class, Sneha knew she should feel remorse but she didn't! Because free time = more time with Alok. And that was what she had wanted, wasn't it?

They sat on the stairs, not saying a word. He offered her one earphone and they sat there listening to music. He slowly scooted towards her, and put his arm around her shoulders. Her heart skipped a beat and try as she may, she couldn't conceal the happy look that spread through her face!

She looked at him. He looked back at her with those gorgeous eyes of his, framed with long lovely eyelashes, his look filled with adoration.

Words failed her and he seemed to realize that. He pulled her closer, smiled at her, and said, "Dinner tonight? Creme Center, I'll drop you home after. Please say yes? Please?".
"Yes!"
"It's A Date" they chorused together and reluctantly got up as the bell rang.

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Her Never Ending Nightmare.

I sit here, pushing down spoonfuls of ice cream down my throat. Tears stream down my face, I never knew we would fall apart. I thought it was some temporary thing.. Your parents, tension, this inflation and everything.

We used to be so amazing, I remember when J&S would always keep asking us how we'd never let it get ugly. Only if they could see us now.

Feels like it was just yesterday, when we were screaming in your living room. You saw me crying, but you kept on fighting. We fought and cried, and shouted some more. Finally, I left.

By now, just about everybody would have gotten to know.. About us.. Oh wait, there is no us anymore.

Feels like a never-ending nightmare.

"Is it over yet? Can I open my eyes? Coz this is hard as it gets, Is this what it feels like to really cry? Cryyy.." (Kelly Clarkson)

She Welcomed The Velvety Numbness.

She bit back another retort which had lodged itself onto her tongue at lightning speed. The unreasonable, illogically harsh words cut at her heart. She barely spoke unrestrained herself since the winter 6 years ago.
6 years ago.. When she was taught what happened to little girls who disobeyed her parents. She sub consciously rubbed the marks the lashing whip had left on her hip bones.

She clenched her teeth, her stomach squeezed and she had to hold onto everything to stop acting on her instincts and lashing out. She wouldn't cry. They weren't worth it. Never were.

She had tried running away. They always managed to find her. And she didn't even enough cash to leave this town behind.  She had been prepared for this. She had readied herself, since that incident 6 years ago. Because there was no one she had, who was worth enduring all of this.

She waited till the next day when her wretched father left for work and her so called mother went to buy groceries. Timing was crucial. Timing was everything.

She broke all of the glasses,one by one. She broke the glass bottles, all of them, on her head. The tiny shards pricked her head. They pierced her now blood-stained porcelain skin. Blood erupted from a dozen places. But she didn't stop. This was what she had wanted. The shards of glass were embedded into her skin. A pool of blood now was collected beneath her limp body.

The last bottle did it.. She couldn't move. She welcomed the velvety numbness, as it crawled all over her, suffocating her. She embraced the darkness as it creeped onto her. Her breath came out in short rasps as she waited for it to end. Finally.

"I am not sorry" she managed, before her body finally gave up.

P.S If you wanted a psychological insight into Suicide, check Hazel's latest post here.

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Maria, Oh Maria!

She stared down bravely. She knew what she was doing, rather she had planned this and she would carry on with the plan to the T.

She squeezed her eyes shut and her heart thumped loudly, she could hear her blood ringing in her ears. She sent a silent prayer to the man above, and jumped. Her lithe body, arms gracefully spread like an angel, she crashed into the icy dark waves. Her body tossed & turned like a ragged old mannequin. Her breath came in gasps as the salty water burned her eyes. Her body convulsed and the icy water began to freeze her lungs. She saw herself in kindergarten, performing ballet on the stage. She was 14 and was elected the head of the drama club. Her parents' 50th anniversary. Her first kiss. Her driving license. Her mind started to numb down, she knew it was time to say goodbye. But to whom? Her parents didn't want her. Her sister hated her. And she had no other family.

 'Maria, mariaa' she heard someone call.. Alex! Oh sweet Alex, her love, had come to save her. She pictured his perfect luscious lips, his rock hard abs, his yummy cologne, but he'd gone off with Anne...? Ah! He must have seen the error of his ways. Her body was tossed again and she felt the numbness set in to her very bones. Something warm touched her. Another person... She fluttered her eyelashes, trying to fight the exhaustion, she wanted to look into his electrifying blue eyes..one last time. She struggled and squinted, but she was met with a pool of warm chocolate staring back at her with worry,fear and something else too. Love. It was Zayn. 

She then realized it had been Zayn all along.

-Blahblaholic x

P.S Zayn coz Zayn Malik is drooolicious =D

Tainted Innocence

Author's Note : Before reading, just keep in mind I'm a 16 year old. Of course it's not an excuse for bad writing but this is my first attempt at such a topic. Cut me some slack, thoda sa. :)

She sits tall, taking down notes diligently. She's been the talk of the staff room since ages. And why wouldn't she? A small town girl, she came out of practically nowhere, but her impact - let's just say it was too strong to be ignored!

Almost everyone knew her story. She belonged to the nearby town which had more of a village-y feel to it, her parents had a small plot of land on which they grew enough only to survive. She had been spotted at her school farewell ceremony by the present principal who'd reluctantly attended the function as the guest of honor, and awarded a full scholarship.

The bell rang and she walked out. It was the 15th of the month. She called her parents on the outdated Nokia phone she'd managed to buy them. After a few rings, they picked up. 

She said that yes she was fine, the job was going great and she would send the money soon.

She changed into her work clothes, tied up her hair, grabbed her purse and left.

Later that night, she stood at the door, freed her luscious hazel hair and gently undid her robe. She made her way to the bed and purred seductively at the man lying down beside her.

The man bit her lips drawing blood while she whimpered and left after throwing a bundle of notes at her.

She lay still, tears streaming down her face. All of 18, she had almost perfected the art. She tried to console herself... Who would be ready to employ an 18 year old with no qualification or background while a hundred better prospects stood in front of them? Another year here and she would atleast have a better chance at a job, even if it was just at the local library or McDonald. Just another year she whispered,  one more year and I'll find a better job. One which doesn't leave with me feeling empty and violated.

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Wish y'all a great week ahead.

- Blahblaholic x

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Alive! 55 Words #1

She felt the salty air lick her face. She felt her spirits rise. She felt the warm breeze beckoning her close, tugging at her skirt. She felt the air whisper into her ears. She inhaled the salivating smell of warm spicy groundnuts.She felt alive,after ages. Then she felt the truck slam into her! 

-THE END -