1 CHAPTER 1 . The Things I wrote that Day

The shinning morning shines the day ..shines all but what a Dark morning gives ? ..gloomy weather and all , People suffering from it , running from it ... the wetness it gives , it disgust people ..having a shelter all that someone want . I believe it is the dirty and disgusting thing after all , all I say in the white dress ...is true after all.

After Antyesti , everyone made their way ...some people still surrounded ..still mourning as they are , half called it Suicide and the other half called it Accident ...People who left early was actually not present ..as they were talking or counting hours , they came for formality ..formality for the one who is not present . The Drops getting smaller and slowly by the time just like me ..as I am now . I was stood in the chain of thoughts ..I heard a ringing ..from my phone , it was a random number ... I tried to avoid it but the sound starts hurting my ears ...The first thing the person said was " Hey ! Hello!! ...you there sweetie ? ...they are ..they are causing a disaster here ..in your apartment , throwing things out of the window ..you should come soon dear ..It won't take them long to destroy your place ..." After a pause ..she continued " dear ? ..you there ? ..Hello ! " . In answer I said " yes , aunt ..I am coming " .

I started to move my legs but it was hard ...like pushing a rusty door . As soon as I reached there , My half and half things are on the street ...some totally destroyed and some still fighting to survive ....Not just my files and frames but all my ornaments and drugs were on the street , along with my food . They shouted from my apartment " This is what you get ..for not paying your bill for a whole year , Now ..pay it ..or go live on streets ..But I need My Money " The 'My Money' he said , sounded disturbing to me... He was still throwing my stuffs ...which he can grab in his tiny hands , The street was full of two things ..One thing my Stuffs and the other was the People ..gather to watch the circus . , My aunt was one of them . I was still trying to do something ..My phone had no balance and the people gather here was good for nothing . After a little silence ..He said " Want me to throw your clothes ? ..your silly books ? .." 'Silly books' ...he said , I tried to control the situation .." Sir please , Give me one week ..I'll pay your all money ..don't do it sir ..these things are precious to me .." , He stared at me and said " Precious to you ? ..what about my money ? ..they are also precious to me ..you ugly lady .." He said all this ...and threw a book on me ..Actually I say , he knew how to shot things ..atleast he know one thing in his life ...The book flyingly came and hit my face ..The book's hardest part on my nose ....Everything was blur for me in an instance ...and when I open my eyes in a clarity ...The book was none but the one I wrote by myself ..The Things I wrote that Day . The day ..was hard to forget and easy to remember .