Chapter - 4

The party fever was over. It had been almost a hectic week at college for all three of them. Submissions were too much and it meant less sleep.

    But, it was a weekend and they were quite relaxed.

    The sun was brimming into the room. Natasha woke up feeling dizzy. She hunted for her phone only to find the battery dead. She took Mayank's

phone to check the time. It was 11 in the morning. On finding Vibha gone missing from the house,

    Nash went to the balcony to find her. But, she wasn't there too. Confused, she called Vibha.

  "Where are you?" Nash

   "Sleepy head, am down stairs at the shop. Fetching us some milk and stuff." Vibha's voice seemed sleepy.

  Nash wanted to wait until Vibha was back so they could have coffee together. She went to the living room  and checked on Mayank, who still slept like a baby.

   Nash returned to the balcony. The table was a literal mess, with colorful and found Vibha's laptop still working. She adjusted the flap and took a look. A word file, full of magical words. Nash kept reading and found the story fascinating.

   She heard Vibha in the kitchen and then to the balcony.

  "Have you been writing this stuff?" Nash asked in excitement. A moment of guilt and fear flashed across Vibha's face.

   "No, just random thoughts..." and managed a weak smile.

   "Okay, but style looks authentic!"

Complimented Nash.

  "Good morning, lovelies!" Mayank was up.

For Vibha his entry had been a savior. She hurriedly took her laptop in the bedroom. She thought she might just put a password. But it would hurt Nash. So, she let go off the thought.

  Writing for Vibha was like an escape from the real life. She had been day dreaming since her childhood. The adventures she went on, those

creatures she created. The characters she built were now a part of her. She used to live by their values and they were her idols.

   Her love for writing found a stream in school. She was out casted for the most years. That led her into a web of a distinct world, full of vibrant

imagination and creativity. The loneliness had worked in her favor. She first felt sad. About not being able to relate to people. Her level of thinking was far off the road for most of her friends. She grew with a feeling of being complicated and weird and different from others.

   Being an adult never told her that she had left her imaginary world. The weirdness still resided within her. It made it restless and made her have severe mood swings. She had finally known herself. Yet somewhere in the process of being Being toiled to mental hardships, she had lost hs confidence.