Girlishly Stories

“Why would you do that?”, and a heavy sigh was all that she could utter before falling into a deep silence. She just dropped back into her chair, without a single care if it was even there. It was as if someone had taken away her ability to hear and speak. There was a storm boiling inside her, but she wasn't able to catch hold of even a single word.  Atria, the maid, watched with worry while dusting the lamp. Knowing that she wasn't in a position to enquire, she waited for a few moments while working slowly, in case Kruti decided to share the news with her.  Yes, this wasn't the first time that thunder had struck this abode. In fact, it was almost occasional to have a sombre mood around the place.  The weather outside seemed gloomy, yet on opening the window pane, Atria was pleasantly surprised by the cool breeze flowing through. She kept the windows open for Kruti to feel better and went to the attic for further dusting.  Kruti was startled by the doorbell, ...

She kept frantically searching for her brooch in the room, as if something had taken over her, while her mother was angrily screaming at her for making them late to the event. In Aisha’s mind, thoughts of regret were racing faster than a dolphin in the ocean. “How could I lose it?” “Where did I keep it last?” “Who could have possibly laid their hands on it?” She couldn’t fathom that she had lost something as precious as that— the only lasting memory and evidence of her first love. She could see Aman smiling. It felt like a warm embrace around her, trying to calm her down. She kept wondering what it would feel like to fall into his arms again. But her mother entered the room brashly, abruptly pulling her out of her happy haven. Aisha had to gather her thoughts immediately, act as if she was just about to step outside the room, and forget it all like passing thoughts. The music in the car was loud, yet there was still a sinking feeling tugging at Aisha. The horns and sudden jerks of tra...