soaking the pages

On the exam day, it was also the birthday of Ayushi, before going I texted to wish her and sent a letter I wrote for present, my gratitude for her friendship, the exam Centre was in different city and I was feeling alienated there but it was just a matter of 5 hrs.

After the exam I was very confident that I was not going to clear it . Days went by and she replied that took my letter wrong as a confession of love , accusing me of trying to make her cheat on her boyfriend. I was deeply hurt by her words at the same time, I decided to reply calmly and end everything with her. I was cold hearted ( yeah it was all a misunderstanding and I reacted egotistically) . And I understood that the 26th nov will be the worst day of the year. As I also couldn't get selected in Olympiads by just the matter of 2marks.

Few days later , a historic place. It was around 30 miles from the town. It was an old abandoned temple made of rocks without a light ray entering inside, totally dark as a shelter of vampires but it was not strange to see the statues of idols were without heads as thieves and invaders tried to steal their heads. That place is still very deep in the dense forest, and mysteriously I found a painting in between a crack of the wall as I peeked inside the crack. It was some kind of a message written in some ancient language, I started to decipher it but this time I couldn't do it, after a few mins. I started walking forward in the forest and after few miles I saw a huge rock which was shining bright as an emerald because of sun rays , covered with creepers and climbers after observing the condition of that area I was sure that people don't travel this deep in the forest , as a science student I tried to relate my knowledge of ecological succession with the beautiful scene in front of my eyes and figured out that this place is just been untouched of human from a few centuries .

I tried to remove those plants and shrubs from the rock to take a picture of it but the battery of my phone betrayed me , then I noticed that there was something written on the rock by indentation or scratching engraved in the same language I saw earlier in the temple, but before I could think anything , it started a light shower of rain and wild animals started to make noises and running in a chaotic manner . I also started running heading back towards the sheds around, but nothing could save me from being drenched by rain so I decided to run towards the temple before it was dark as the echoing thunder was thrilling me with adrenaline rushing through my veins . The clear weather allowed me to return to town after a few hours of rain . As I rested, I kept thinking about the questions I have yet to find answers to in my life, during all these journeys, is it any type of Omen or indication for me . I figured out a name for all these incidents as ' Alytos ' .

As the year passed by the academic pressure on my brain increased , didn't I ever try to bother with my medications from the last few months . After shifting back to my town , I was living with my books and 2 friends I used to meet once in a while in a park or in a café mostly near the city lake . Yet , I was cold as the temperature at which water has max density.But one thing i do enjoy the most is cooking and specially making a hot coffee , as my time is dedicated to my work including the poetry, novel and preparing for my exams. My time spent with my diary increased , as it has every part of my soul inscribed in its pages including the bucket list. 

arie's feeling

' hi, I am Arie Ashby's brown hardcover diary. I am very precious to him, I have his heart and soul. When he writes on my pages, it feels like he is imparting a part of his soul to me. In the urban wilderness, he is hiding under the sheds of my canopy hoping to find some real love. The first poem he wrote was - 

FISH

Happiness is like waves 

at the sea shore and

I am simple sober solitude

star fish, maybe beautiful

but still doesn't matter at all 

He said " I don't write with feelings and emotions , but absorb them from your pages"

as he was numb , dumb, and heartbroken alone in the middle of nowhere when he found me . That's when I urged him to reply "Events are the waves, in life as an Ocean, they'll come and go but life is the thing that matters " . But how can anyone hear me? I thought I was wrong. He could hear me , feel me and with me he tried to process the emotions & feelings that were