She feels as if she is swimming an endless ocean
An ocean of grief, sorrow, apathy and anger
A perpetual hurricane is going on inside her head
Which she desperately wants to escape
Escape to the end of this unceasing ocean
She doesn’t know what to expect when she reaches there
All she yearns for is a little bit of peace
A little bit of quiet
And a whole lot of happiness.
-Niyati Parab
When you throw an object in anger
Like for example, a mug
It doesn’t break
But receives a couple of cracks
People you love are like this mug
If you abuse them, yes they will probably come back to you
But with cracks in their heart
So choose your words carefully, control your anger and
be a level-headed individual
-Niyati Parab
We feel a yearning for things we cannot have
A yearning for love we cannot receive
A yearning for cars we cannot buy
A yearning for places we cannot visit
But in all this yearning
We forget the most important thing,
Gratitude
Gratitude towards the people who love us
Gratitude to the transport that takes us to the place we want
And gratitude for the roof we have over our heads.
-Niyati Parab
Maybe I will sail across the sea
Maybe I will fly over the moon
Maybe travel all over the world
And taste different delectable dishes
And sip the finest of wines
Maybe I will-
“Carrie Dawson!!”
A 25 year old Carrie Dawson’s eyes shot wide open and she glanced wearily at the scowling person standing in front of her.
“Yes Boss?”
“Stop day dreaming and get those files ready on my desk in 5 minutes!”
“Yes Boss.”
Carrie Sighed.
-Niyati Parab
She sat huddled by the fireplace
Her favorite book clasped in her hand
The suspense of the novel was nearing
“The masked man kicked the door open -“
Boom! the lightning struck
The girl almost flung the book away, she hadn’t realized that it had started pouring
She chuckled nervously and looked around, she remembered closing all the windows and doors.
The clock started ringing, announcing that its midnight
Suddenly there was a loud banging on the front door
She got up, startled, nobody was supposed to be here at this ungodly hour
She checked her cellphone to see no signal, and her neighbors lights were off.
She picked up her pocketknife lying nearby, not having much faith in its capabilities
This will do for now.
She crept slowly below, Raven Beatrice Rowland wasn’t scared of anyone
The banging had stopped and to her horror
She heard a click in the lock
She quickly hid behind the staircase, planning to run at the first opportunity she gets
The front door opened and soft footsteps were heard
” Raven!” The voice echoed
That voice, Raven Beatrice Rowland came out of her hiding
The lights were switched on
And there standing were her parents, who were supposed to arrive in a week.
In her mother’s hand was a big cake, and in her father’s were multi coloured balloons
” Happy Birthday Raven!” They said.
And Raven went to embrace them with joy.
-Niyati Parab
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