Aashima's blog

“she was artistic”  She was artistic,  Painting smiles on every face, except her own!  She wanted some love that wont tear her apart, but Sadness ripped her soul and made a place inside her heart! she tried to find rainbow after a rain, But Depression slowly grabbed her ankle and ran through her vein! she wanted a hand to hold onto her that wont make her sad, But Awkward silences and embarrassing tear were all she had! she craved for that ears to listen to, when she got drunk, But Nobody bothered to even ask her “whats wrong?” !  She was artistic,  painting smiles on every face,  except her own!  she wanted someone to care about her without any painful shout,  But all the colors of her life faded and drained all out!  she wanted a glimpse of happiness and a friendly call, But She was left in sadness that turned her soul dark and dull!  she wanted someone to stop her and take her out from that rough, But It was enough to hold onto s

I glanced at my wrist watch, It was 7:10am and he was already 10 minutes late. My heart bumped with every second that passed in that cold winter morning. Even it was the coldest day of winter, the sun was bright in the sky, bringing joy to my heart.  Even the coldness upon my face was refreshing and my body felt cozy inside that warm red coat that he gifted me.  After a while, I saw him walking towards me. The winter wind howled through the desolate marsh and bit at his frozen skin. The world seemed to lie barren and lifeless before him. Ice had gently put blankets on the sidewalks that he walked on.  My face glowed with smile. When I saw him, I fell in love all at a once. I felt like I was on the top of the world and my heart was constricted and there was no oxygen in my lungs.  I was breathing heavily in nervousness. His dark hair furled down the nape of his neck, while his fringe covered the entire right side of his face, going a little past his jaw line.  H