Aashima's blog

                 Sequin-silver stars like the scattered embers of a dying fire winked down at me, illuminating the atramentous curtain of sky. The cold onshore breeze blew right through my sweater and I hugged myself and embraced the warmth in that cold night. Nighttime is always my favorite. Its when the scorching heat surrender to the onshore breeze and I could sit with my head tilt towards the sky, observing the constellations and the patina of the moon. I love this part of the night when I am on my balcony with my favorite song played on the background and spending some alone time. I scroll through my old messages. And Suddenly, My finger pause in his last message.  " Its over " I still remember that night when he wrote me that. Left me in that darkness. I remember how vulnerable and debilitated I felt that night. The night he left, My heart sank into ocean of pain with that word. It felt like he cleaved me with hundreds ...

                                                              "You are beautiful" The sun breaks out from its prison of a horizon at all once, filling the sky with a newborn majesty, casting out the dim darkness, and adding a layer of black pitch to those uncouth remaining shadows. The crisp cold air seems to almost crackle like the lake ice, as its too filled with light. And there I was, Sitting on the bridge built over the rapidly flowed water. The darkened cloud hovered my obscured soul. My eyes brimmed with a glassy layer of tears . As I blinked, they dripped from my eyelids and slid down my cheeks. My heart sank. Everything shattered and it felt like my heart was a glass that was pulverized by the actions of people around me who showed moral ambiguity. I was there dominated by a profound sadness, fatigue that was engraved...