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[iamhaaru]

MILESTONE

(Fiction)

The weather outside wasn’t as harsh as it was the day before. It was stormy yesterday but today, it’s only a gentle zephyr. I rolled down my car’s window and let the fresh and crisp breeze hit my face as I drove to the city. It was sundown and the birds were flying faster to reach their nests. The red, orange and yellow mixture of the sky with the big and bright setting sun looked ecstatic.

On my previous visits to Bargohlan, I met with Miray, Amir and Tareq. I’m visiting the same old city. I don’t know why but something in that city always seems to summon me.

My thoughts interfered when I saw an old man and a young girl in her early twenties sitting near a milestone. I parked my car near them and got out of my car. As I approached them the girl stood up and advanced towards me.

“Do you guys need a lift?” I offered. “I can drop you on my way.”

The girl replied, “we will be very grateful if you kindly take us to Bargohlan. We have been walking for miles and miles.” I informed her that I was also headed to the same place and asked them to hop in my car.

“This is my father,” the girl said. “And my name is Ruhi.” She then continued, “I got a job in the garments factory and was notified that if I don’t reach there tonight then I’ll lose that job.”

“Don’t worry I’ll make sure you reach on time,” I assured her. “How did you reach the milestone?” I asked.

The father then spoke, “We started our journey at dawn and kept walking on foot. We stopped at the milestone to take some rest.”

I was very much drawn into their story and questioned further, “Weren’t you guys hungry?”

“The only cheap foods available for poor peasants are boiled rice with raw onions and chilli. That’s what we ate before beginning our journey.” The father replied. I kept blinking my eyes to avoid tears from rolling down my cheeks.

In the process of getting to know them better, we kept talking. The more I got to know how miserable their livelihood was, the harder it was for me to fight back my tears. “You go and get your job confirmed. I’ll wait for you here.” I said after arriving at their destination. After some succeeding minutes, she returned smiling from ear to ear.

“I can’t thank you enough for offering us the ride. If it weren’t for your benevolence then we wouldn’t be able to make it here on foot. Thank you so much.” Ruhi cried. The father too acknowledged my help.

My intention to come to Bargohlan was to meet those three children I made friends with during my last two visits but instead, I encountered two more new people, a poor peasant who walked miles with his daughter so that she gets a well-paid and secure job.

[iamhaaru]

heyy, as somebody who missed reading your writings, I have few questions for you. 1) Will you come back soon and post new writings? 2) which writing concept do you think you enjoy the most? 3) is there a concept you haven't tried yet but you wish to?

First of all, thank you so much for reading my works. It means the world to me. Real honest.

1. Soon. You gotta wait a bit more.

2. I like writing about nature and sad romantics. Kinda of romanticism literature.

3. Crime/thriller/mystery/horror

[iamhaaru]

THE RED STRING

(Fan fiction- VMIN)

As the sun kissed the Earth good-bye, the moon shone from the dusky pillow of the clouds. The sky was changing colours. From lilac sky to blue-black sky. A seemingly enlarged red moon was shining brighter than the usual nights.

The wind was murmuring through the trees causing its branches to swing and made the green leaves dance to its rhythm. Tiny splish-splash of waves were formed near the seashore.

The silent zephyr kept slapping Jimin's face softly and tenderly as if it didn't want to hurt him. His eyes were focused at the waves gently touching his bare feet. Jimin's lower lip rested on the lip-plate of the flute and blew air across the blowhole causing the air enclosed in the tube to vibrate and produce the soothing melancholic music.

He suddenly paused and said, "You came!"

"How did you know it was me?" Taehyung was bewildered as the older guy didn't even turn to see who was approaching behind him.

"It's a soulmate thing," he winked and lightly slapped Taehyung's shoulder.

"The moon looks pretty!" Taehyung exclaimed in awe with his hands pressed against his mouth.

"Isn't it?" Jimin continued, "This is the moon I wanted to show you."

They both were admiring the natural aesthetic scenery when Taehyung suddenly called out, "Hey Jimin?"

"Hmm?"

"Do you know the old myth related to the red string?"

Jimin was now facing Taehyung and held out his pinky finger and said, "You mean this invisible red string that's tied with your pinky finger?”

"Yes!" he chuckled.

"It's not funny TAEHYUNG!" Jimin cried out as he knew Taehyung was softly giggling for the difference in their pinky finger's size.

"Jokes aside, I always wondered what will happen if this string breaks?" Taehyung stated.

"The red string connects two people that are destined to meet, regardless of time, place and any circumstances. It's never bound to break." Jimin beamed a smile.

"I hope it never breaks," Taehyung spoke in an undertone. Jimin realized the younger was weeping and softly rubbed his tears with his thumb and consoled him, "Aww, don't cry."

"Let's get back to the dorm. It's getting late now."

[iamhaaru]

COLD BUT SWEET

(Fan fiction- Kim Seokjin)

I have to admit the first day of school I was so nervous that the butterflies in my stomach were more like pigeons flying.

"Good morning class! Please settle down," the homeroom teacher instructed as he entered the classroom. The students rushed frantically to their designated seats. The teacher started to do the roll calls and I waited patiently for my turn.

"Here," I answered very quietly when my name was called. Everyone turned to the last bench at the corner to see me as I was the transferred student.

There was a lot of shuffling around when the bell rang and everybody got up to leave. I checked my schedule and my first class was English. I went to my locker and took out my study materials but there was only one problem. I didn't know where my classes were nor did I know anyone who could help me.

"Let me help you find your class," said a voice behind me. I turned around and found myself a very good-looking boy standing just a few centimeters away from me. He snatched the paper from my hand and said, "I also have English as my first class. Follow me."

He was kind enough to help me out but his aura was cold. He didn't smile nor greeted. He spoke in a monotone as if he was dead from the inside. As we were walking together I could feel envious eyes glaring at us.

“You can sit with me if you like," he offered. I couldn't concentrate on the lesson taught as the boy next to me kept stealing glances at me every few seconds.

"Do you need anything?" I asked breaking the silence. He just shrugged his shoulders off and turned away. The boy was always with me as we had so far the same classes. When it was recess time I took the tray and stood in the queue to get my food. Almost all the seats were occupied.

As I turned my heel to walk to an isolated area, I felt a manly grip around my wrist. "You are a lost wanderer. Do you think being quiet and innocent will help you to get along in this big school?"

"No...umm I mean...There wasn't any seat left and I..."

"Shut up and follow me!"

"Why are you so rude? I appreciate that you're helping me but can you be any nicer?" I snapped back.

His pale hazel brown orbs were fixed into mine for milliseconds and then continued walking. We were sitting opposite each other, crunching our food, quietly. I could tell I was being stared at without even looking up. I knew that people were judging me. There was one table of girls that I knew were whispering about me because they kept eyeing me and were talking behind their hands.

"Don't mind them. They are just jealous," he said. I raised my eyebrow and asked, "Why?"

"You see that girl wearing a pink shirt?" he pointed out. I nodded.

"She has a crush on me and I bet she doesn't like that I'm with you now," he smirked. I blushed a little and that made him chuckle.

"I'm Kim Seokjin," he introduced and forwarded his hand. I shook his hand and replied, "I'm Park Eun-mi."

“Oh! Look at that! The school’s bully got his new prey,” someone announced pointing at Jin. I looked at him and said, “School’s bully? Does he mean you?”

“Yes, I’m known for my cold behavior to others and hence they think I’m a bully.” He said rather disappointed. I noticed how his monotonous voice became softer.

I reached out my hand and placed it on top of his and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I’m new here and from how you behaved with me I can’t agree that you are a bully. You have been cold towards me but I believe there is some warmth hidden inside you that you are not bringing out.”

“Are you perhaps scared of letting people take advantage of you?” I asked, almost like a whisper.

“Yes, and that’s why I decided to put the cold act with everyone.” He replied.

“But with you...I couldn’t be cold. Something or someone forced me to help you out.”

I smiled at his confession and said, “Maybe because that something or someone knows that I can perhaps help you to change?” He tightly grasped both my hands and sweetly pecked the knuckles of my right hand. I quickly removed my hand and stared back at him.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it!” He shyly responded, scratching the nape of his neck.

“But why would you help me?” He asked next.

“For others, you may be cold but to me, you’re a sweetheart and I want others to realize that.” I smiled

“You helped me throughout the day when no one from the class even greeted me!” I said further. “And that made you feel that I’m a sweetheart?” He questioned.

“It’s just a hunch, my dear.” I laughed. He laughed along and from that day onwards I got a Tsundere as my best friend.

[iamhaaru]

INTO THE WOODS

(Fan fiction- JIKOOK)

It was about 5 p.m. when the two best friends decided to head for the forest. The forest was said to be possessed. They knew about the Latin American folklore of La Llorona. La Llorona also known as “The Wailing Woman” is an oral legend about a female phantom who steals children and drowns them. Some even say that she seduces young men and kills them. No one knows the real truth behind her continuation in this planet.

Jimin and Jungguk weren’t afraid of tales and folklores and so they wanted to explore the forest by themselves. They almost leapt for joy and hoped to meet the weeping woman.

It is said that she mostly appears at night by the rivers, wearing a white gown with a veil. There was a river at the centre of the deep evergreen forest and that’s exactly where the two boys were headed to. The birds were flying back to their nests and all the other animals were almost back in their dens. As the day bled into night, out came the creatures of the dark. The hooting of the owls and the loud flapping wings of the bats were some of the noises heard with the whistle of the chilly breeze. With each step taken forward, the crushing of the dead leaves could also be heard. They sensed some eerie appearance but none of them decided to tell anything.

Suddenly Jimin’s expression changed as if he saw something bone-chilling.

“Jungguk I think I saw a lady in a white gown,” cried Jimin. Jungguk thought the older guy wanted to scare him and thus did not pay heed to his concern.

“LA LLORONA!” Jungguk shouted. “If you’re here please show yourself.” Just as those words articulated from his mouth, they heard from a far distant what seemed like a female weeping quietly. It is said that when one hears her wails sound in a distant she is near and vice versa. Those who hears her wailings are said to have misfortunes or even death. The boys knew about her wails too. Their lips were trembling and chanting silent prayers.

“Where are my sons?” the phantom cried. The silent prayers were repeated faster now as they prayed for their dear lives. They started to go back from where they began their journey. They could hear the additional footsteps chasing after them. Eventually, they made out of the forest and were heavily panting.

Just as they thought they were out of danger the phantom appeared in front of them. She was wearing a white gown with a veil just like the folklore explained. Her feet were floating in the air and she had a very odd-looking grin plastered on her face.

“Oh, my sons!” she cried and reached out her hand.

The boys ran as fast as their feet could carry them and the spirit followed after, crying, “Come back, my sons!”

Jungguk shouted back, “We are not your sons.” After running for miles, they felt the spirit wasn’t following them anymore. They paused for a while and began running their way back to their hotel. After entering into the busy streets of South California and into their hotel, Jimin cried out, “We are not doing this again. We almost died.”

“We both heard her wailing and now God knows what’s gonna happen to us,” he added next, very terrified. Jungguk, on the other hand, seemed very laid back and said, “Relax Hyung, no misfortune will happen. It’s just old folklore.”

Later that night as Jimin went to use the loo, he couldn’t believe what he saw. On the mirror it was written, “YOU HAVE HEARD MY WAILING, NOW WAIT AND SEE.”

[iamhaaru]

INFATUATION

(Fan fiction- Min Yoongi)

“Get the hell out of here!" she yelled on top of her lungs. The man who just bashed in her room without knocking put his fingers in his ears and responded with the same tone, "YAH! Don't scream!"

"How am I supposed to not scream when you just bashed into my room without any notice, PARK JIMIN?" she was pissed at her twin brother. Jimin, on the other hand, loved bothering his three minutes younger sister.

He sat on the side of her bed and smiled at her. Seeing that smile, Ji-Hye knew something was unlikely.

"What do you want this time?" she asked with her hands crossed.

"Can't I just simply smile at my lovely sister for no reason?" he questioned, trying to sound as innocent as possible with puppy eyes. She shook her head in rejection.

"Even I don't believe my own words," Jimin whispered under his breath. "YAH, PARK JIMIN! I heard that!" she uttered loud enough for Jimin to come back to reality. She raised her eyebrow and mouthed 'what?'

Jimin scratched the nape of his neck and asked in the softest voice possible, "Can you cook for my friends? They are coming over for dinner."

"Not happening mister," she spoke and tried to flick his forehead but Jimin was fast enough to catch her hand and squeeze it mildly and pleaded.

Jimin knew about her infatuation on Yoongi and notified, "Yoongi will also be there, little sister." A proud sneer was visible on his face.

"Aish…you sure do know how to get things done by me," she replied, trying to appear annoyed but her inner satisfaction was a shred of clear evidence that she wasn't annoyed.

A pair of manly arms wrapped around Ji-Hye's waist as she was cutting the vegetables. She turned around and pointed the knife towards the owner of those arms and gave him a death stare. Her eyes were as if they were red fumes burning out of anger.

"Listen carefully Jimin, if you want peace in this house then stay away from me. Otherwise, I won't proceed with the cooking for the six men."

Jimin always loved to disturb his sister. It was almost like their routine. He cleared his throat and stated, "Correction, you're cooking for seven men, that includes your handsome and kind brother." He said it as a matter of fact and pressed her nose.

"Aish..handsome and kind brother," she muttered through gritted teeth. Jimin chuckled at her reactions and ran his fingers through his hazel brown hair like he always does.

"Please don't forget that YOONGI would also be here. So try to put some effort to impress him," he teased.

"PARK JIMIN!"

She ran after him with a wooden spoon in her hand. The siblings ended chasing each other when they heard the doorbell ring. Jimin peeped through the see through-hole of the door and signalled Ji-Hye to get back in the kitchen as the boys were here.

Jimin escorted them. "Welcome guys," he beamed. The boys were occupied in talking and laughing until the aroma of the cooked food started to reach the living room from the kitchen. Jin stepped into the kitchen and greeted Ji-Hye.

"Let me help you," he proposed. She kindly refused but he insisted. Soon they both got involved in their friendly conversations and continued with the dinner preparations. Sometime later, Jin whispered to her ear, "I know you secretly fancy Yoongi." She was frightened at his words.

"And Yoongi knows it too," he finished his sentence and stood upright. She was completely bewildered and nervous. Fear was visible on her face as her secret was disclosed.

Jin giggled and stroked her hair.

"How did all this happen?" she asked.

"Your actions are very understandable, Ji-Hye," he replied. Jin then continued, "The way you stare at him continually and the way you smile upon hearing his name and et cetera."

"Is it that obvious?" she asked, almost whispering. Jin acknowledged.

"What do I do now?"

She was terrified. Jin held her shoulders and gave them a light squeeze. He bends a little to reach her eye level and said, "All you have to do is be yourself and confess your feelings to him because I'm pretty sure he likes you too." His words of reassurance gave her the confidence she needed and a little smile crept on her lips.

Dinner was served by Ji-Hye and Jin. Jimin felt a poke in his arm and looked over to Taehyung who motioned him to help his sister and the older guy.

"Let me help you, my little sister," Jimin said, advancing for the dishes. Ji-Hye just rolled her eyes and replied, "Sure, my three-minute older brother."

The boys were already seated on their seats. The only empty seat left was next to Yoongi's. Ji-Hye hesitated to sit next to Yoongi. "I'm not hungry. You guys can carry on without me," she spoke.

"Come sit with me," Yoongi said, smiling. Ji-Hye's heart was beating faster and her hands were sweating out of nervousness. "I don't bite, Park Ji-Hye," he added. She finally gave in and took the seat next to him.

They all praised her cooking skills and she thanked them back, politely. When the boys were caught busy with their talks, Yoongi bends over to Ji-Hye's ear and murmured, "After dinner let's go to the balcony." His lips were so close to her ear lobe that she felt his hot breath and that was only enough to send a shiver down her spine, making her nerves and butterflies to begin a war.

As soon as the dinner was over, the siblings cleared the table and did the dishes together. Meantime, Yoongi went to the balcony and the rest of them settled in the living room.

As the dishes were done cleaning, Jimin noticed that his sister wasn't accompanying him in the living room. He grabbed her hand and asked, "Where are you headed to?" The smirk never seemed to leave his face as he knew where she was going. She removed the grip and glared at him.

"You're going to the balcony, more specifically to YOONGI, right?" he asked.

"None of your business," she responded.

Jimin and the rest of the boys knew about their infatuations but waited for them to confess themselves.

The weather was nice. The breeze was moderate. The night sky was a mixture of dark blue and violet colours with scintillating stars. As he heard her footsteps, he turned towards her direction and a little smile flashed on his face.

"Hi, you wanted to see me here," she said, rather too shyly. Yoongi caught her hand and intertwined his fingers with hers. He pointed at the stars and said, "Aren't they beautiful?"

"Yes, they are." Her smile became brighter than before when she was with her brother. She suddenly heard some footsteps from a bit far distance and felt some presence.

"Do you hear that Yoongi?" she asked, suspiciously. He lied, "It's nothing." He understood that the boys were secretly watching them.

There was an unexpected change in the weather pattern. The gentle breeze became stronger and lightning struck all of a sudden which was soon followed by the thunder sounds. Yoongi quickly hugged her and stroked her back gently, whispering, "It's okay, don't be afraid."

Ji-Hye gave him a puzzled look and said, "ummm…I'm not afraid of the lightning nor the thunder." Yoongi's face was red in embarrassment. "It's okay if you want to hug me. I don't mind," she quickly added with the intensified blush developed on the apple of her cheeks. Hearing this, Yoongi's smile reappeared.

Yoongi held her shoulders and gazed straight into her eyes and said, "Before it starts raining, I have to tell you something, right now, right here."

"I'm listening," she answered.

"I like you, Park Ji-Hye."

"I like you too."

As soon as she said those words, the rest of the boys didn't waste a single second to come out of their hiding spot and congratulate them.

"I never knew there was a sweet and soft corner in Yoongi," Jin smirked.

[iamhaaru]

GRATIFICATION

(Fiction)

As I stared up at the fair sky, I watched the golden yellow sun lurking amongst the popcorn-like white clouds with birds soaring up so high and more racing to get back to their nests before the sundown. When my gaze trailed to the ground I was standing on, I saw the same old bricked road where I once walked and found out the little girl named Miray.

I had returned to the land of Bargohlan just for Miray as I promised her on my last visit. I walked on the same street and followed the bricked road that led me to the same bus stop. I didn't know if Miray still sold those tissue packets but I had a firm and strong belief that she would be there. Not long before I heard the sound of laughter of kids. I moved on further, following the sound of the laughter. I spotted two boys.

Their backs were against a cracked wall of an old building and their slippers laid haphazardly next to the rugged carpet they were seated on with tea kettles and cups. I could see the joy in their eyes. As I stood near them their laughter came to a halt. Their curious faces were facing mine now and I squatted down and gave them a friendly smile with warm regards.

"What are your names?" I asked. "Amir and Tareq," one of them answered me.

"And how old are you both?"

"We are eight-years-old," said the other.

"Do you want a cup of tea?" Amir asked with a smile. I noticed how his little dimples formed when his lips curved. I accepted the cup of tea offered to me. As I took sip after sip I learnt that the tea was prepared by them and they were orphans just like my Miray. I asked them did they knew her but unfortunately, they didn't.

I paid little extra and kissed their forehead with a blessing of eternal happiness. Before I took my leave, I asked them, "Don't you wish to have something more than just a rugged carpet, tea sets and the only pair of clothes that looked torn and shabby?"

Tareq replied, "These are luxury for us. We are happy the way we are for it has been calligraphed in our destiny. You don't need materials to be happy rather you need a good company and we are very much glad to have each other by our side. And we pray to remain like this forever." With that being said, he kept his arm on Amir's shoulder. I smiled one last time and walked my path back to the bus stop to head back home.

My purpose to come to Bargohlan was to find Miray but instead, I met with Amir and Tareq. Sometimes the children tend to be wiser than the grown-ups. That is something I learnt from the two boys who had a great bond with each other. I pray they always inspire travellers like me with their wisdom and may they always be together.

[iamhaaru]

PHILANTHROPY

(Fiction)

The quiet whistle of the gentle zephyr was heard that evening.  Leaves were flying from lawn to lawn. Trees were dry and dead. With each step taken forward, the crushing of dead leaves could be heard. This was the beginning of the fall in the city of Bargohlan. The sky was reddish-orange and the sun was at the horizon, getting ready to depart. The setting sun cast a mixture of purple, red and orange glow over the city.

Just like the glowing moon was Miray, a beaming girl of age twelve, roaming around the bricked road. She was anything like a regular twelve-year-old girl. Slim and tall. Her shoulder-length black hair which resembled her ebony dark eyes. The only difference that created between her and the girls of her age was that she was homeless and an orphan who walked around the street with barefoot.

I was a traveller in that city. Standing next to the bus stop, I studied her every move. She had a decent and admiring face.  All she did was collect packs of tissues and sell them to tourists like me. For her, that was her source of livelihood.

"Would you like a packet of tissue please?" she asked me with her broken English language. I bend down to reach her eye level and gave her a bright and friendly smile. She returned the smile with a tissue packet grasping it firmly with her little hand. I asked her name and her whereabouts. At the end of the day, I offered her some handsome amount of money instead of buying a packet of tissue from her. She insisted me to buy one and I couldn't decline the offer.

I accepted her tissue packet and kissed her cheek. I stooped down to reach the same level of her eyes and gazed at it. I intertwined her little pinky with mine and said, "I promise to visit you again very soon until then take care Miray."

[iamhaaru]

AT THE BUS STOP

(Fiction)

The sun was at the horizon, making the sky appear reddish orange. I walked down to the bus stop with my earphones plugged into my ears, making me lost in my own fantasy.

I approached the bus stop and there I found him, waiting for the arrival of the bus. A part of me wanted to talk to him. However, my mind and my heart weren’t in good terms that day and hitherto I couldn’t make any further movements towards him.

He looked up from his phone just to meet our gazes. His lips formed a little curve and raised one of his arms to wave at me. I followed the same gesture. Soon the bus arrived and some passengers got down the bus while some like us, boarded the bus.

He took the seat next to me. Our destination was the same. He had his earphones plugged in and his fingers danced to the rhythm of the song he was tuned into.

I just observed the outside scenario of the passing vehicles while the sun finally departed and allowed the moon to take over.

The bus journey was quiet. When our destination arrived, we both got down at the same time and bid each other good bye.

I don’t know if this moment will ever come back but I’m sure it will forever remain immortal in my mind. It will be a flashback that I’ll forever cherish.

[iamhaaru]

Kim Namjoon, my inspiration

(My view points)

Let me introduce you to the man that inspires me the most. He dominates my heart and makes the butterflies alive in my stomach. He’s the man that I look up to. A South Korean rapper with majors in electrical engineering is no one but Kim Namjoon.

In his early life, he was obsessed with writing and producing songs like how I’m when it comes to writing fictions. His parents wanted him to focus on his studies rather than wasting time on pieces of music. It’s a similar case when it comes to my parents ordering me to stop spending time in writing when I should be studying instead.

Despite the complications, he still decided to fulfill his dream and ended up being one of the most successful rappers ever existed. His lyrics are beautiful and meaningful to listen to. They calm my disturbed soul and ease all my pains.

He made me a moonchild and a dreamer. He made me euphoric for eternity. He taught me that you don’t need to achieve something to be happy, instead, you can be happy in the process of achieving something.

One day I dream to grow big and share the world about my source of motivation and encouragement who is no one but a man from a different land who isn't even aware of my existence yet he loves me as much as I love him. I will forever be grateful to Namjoon for building this new strong and determining persona in me.

[iamhaaru]

FRAGRANCE

(My view point)

The speciality of fragrances is that it can be felt rather than visualizing it. The strong smell of various fragrances engulf your surrounding and make it aesthetic for your nasal cavity. Perfumes may be the only beauty that can be felt with eyes closed. For those who are sick of the world’s desire to visuals, perfumes can be a source of comfort to them. We are blessed to be able to appreciate this beauty of the world which has no form.

Inspired from K-drama: My ID is Gangnam Beauty.

[iamhaaru]

SHE

(Fiction)

I see her.....everyday. She’s just a mere classmate. Her jolly character illuminates everything around her. She’s a mirthful girl. A girl for whom I developed some kind of weird feelings for; ones that I can’t describe. Was it her joyous smile or the soft laughs that escaped her soft pink lips or was it her eyes crinkling every time she smiled wholeheartedly? Could it have been the dimples that curved inward so much that I could poke my fingers into the little pits? There was no knowing what exactly was it that made me like her.

I was sitting at my regular spot, sipping on the cold americano. I was lost thinking about her when the familiar scent perfume hit me. It was the same fruity fragrance. I looked up from my drink to meet her hazel brown orbs silently asking permission to sit on the empty seat opposite to me. I smiled and nodded signalling yes.

She threaded her fingers through her soft hair from time to time. My hands started to get sweaty. Why was I so nervous? She’s just a friend. But why does she make me feel weak in my knees and nervous to the point of trembling fingers? I never felt as such with any female individuals in my entire life.

I knew I was now completely in love with the woman sitting opposite me. My phone slipped from my hand accidentally. Both of us bend down to pick it up when our fingers brushed. She quickly retracted her hand. I could tell that she was shy about her burning red cheeks. Was it a hint? Does she like me back?

I never asked her out. I never confessed my feelings. I just let it be. I was afraid of losing our friendship. I would rather stay her friend forever than losing her completely. She was someone not meant for me but for him. I guess I was late to get to her as she was already taken at the time. She already had a special someone in her life and me entering her love life would make it difficult for her. So, I let it go.

My heart still hurts when I see them together. But at least I know she’s doing fine. At least I know she’s happy with him. That’s all I need to calm my aching heart. I pray that she won’t experience any kind of heartache and that they never lose each other.

[iamhaaru]

COFFEE

(Fiction)

If there was something I would drink for the rest of my life then it would be coffee. That is the one thing that seems to keep me awake even when the world gets quieter with the departure of the sun, inviting the moon to take over its place.

I was wandering down the street when I spotted you entering my regular coffee shop. The sky was pitch black and the stars were brightly twinkling. I followed behind and ordered the same drink as yours. We shared the table. We walked the same path to the seashore where we sat close next to each other. You placed a hand on top of mine and squeezed it gently making me look at your dark eyes filled with love and admiration. I placed my head on your shoulder and we continued watching the glossy ocean while its melancholy danced in our ears.

[iamhaaru]

THE IMMORTAL CRIME

(Fiction)

(Warning- self harm is included in the fiction. If you’re not comfortable reading about self harm then please do not read. Thank you.)

The phone rings for the thousandth time and yet she sits there motionless, making herself drown in the river of her own tears. She doesn’t want to answer the phone because she has got no voice to answer. She looks down at her torn clothes and the red scratches on her limbs. She feels disgusted at the purple marks on her neck. She knows she’s not at fault but them. Yet she blames herself for her own bitter destiny. She asks God for an answer but gets none.

She lost everything. She lost her dignity, her face, her beautiful smile, her soft laughs and giggles and her sparkling blue eyes only reflected pang of sadness and guilt. She doesn’t know what to do and whom to talk to.

The phone kept on ringing for it was either the concerned people of the society or the wicked people who want nothing but to criticize her and make her feel more pathetic than she is now.

She stands on the stool and looks at herself on the plain silver mirror for the last time. She slowly pushes the stool away, making herself to die, hanging from the ceiling fan. Thus, she lost herself now too. Her details are now rubbed from the earth and they are carefree about it. They roam around to prey on other weak female individuals like her and make them feel the mortal pain of their immortal crime.

[iamhaaru]

THE UNSUNG HERO

(Poem)

When everyone seemed to turn their backs on me,

One of the thousands stood for me.

I was bewildered with her decision for I believed she would be just like them.

But she wasn’t.

I followed her, walking on the floral path,

Into the magic shop filled with euphoria.

Every scenery felt like serendipity.

I was in the state of singularity.

My epiphany was nothing but a taste of the bitter world, outside waiting for me.

She thus, helped me to adopt a strong persona with a brave heart and a sharp mind.

She taught me to spread my wings and to fly high.

“Believe in yourself for that’s the primary thing you need to know,” she said.

She assured me that I was fairly sung and thus,

She earned the title of the unsung hero in my little hopeful world.

[iamhaaru]

THE LONDON EYE

(My view points)

Riding the London eye was one of the best things I have done during my tour in the UK. The view from the top of the ride was aesthetic. The lights from every building, shining under the wide and dark sky and down was the big water body, calm and melancholic. These were some of my observations from the top of the ride. The eyes of the people inside the ride were beaming with excitement and joy to witness the beautiful city of London. Their expressions were in awe and bliss. It seemed as if we all were in cloud nine.

[iamhaaru]

PROMISE

(Fan Fiction- Kim Taehyung)

“Have you ever lost someone? Someone close to your heart?” I asked him out of the blue when he was busy capturing the beauty of the world in his little camera. He looked at me with intensified eyes and replied, “Yes. Yes, I have.”

“Who did you lose?”

“My grandma,” he replied in a slightly lower tone. I could see the pain in his beautiful eyes. I love how his eyes set him apart from others being gifted with a monolid and a double eyelid, unlike most people who have both monolids or double eyelids.

“My grandma was like a parent to me. She raised me for thirteen years of my life. I was away on tour when I got to know about grandma being taken away by God up in the sky, far away from my reach,” he said with teary eyes. I placed a hand on his cheek to wipe away the droplets of tears falling fast from his eyes. I hugged him and patted his head as if he was a five-year-old child crying over melted ice cream.

“That’s why we take pictures, to remember those who are not among us anymore,” I said, trying to bring the tensed situation I created to rest.

He intertwined our pinkies and said, “promise me that you will never leave me no matter what happens.” I nodded and with an assuring smile, I replied, “I will never leave your side no matter what, Kim Taehyung. I will never leave you. I promise.” I said. With that said, he pulled me into a cozy bear hug. His skin was so close to my nose that I almost couldn’t breathe anything but his strong Gucci perfume.