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Story: The fate on an unretured surprise

“It’s okay.” She forced to sound cheerful, as if nothing is heard. “A happy life ahead.” She said back diplomatically when her heart was actually breaking into thousands of pieces, inside. She pressed off the receiver. And took the deepest sigh to gulp back the tears that came welling up from her throat, making difficult even to breath. “No. I shouldn’t be crying.” She raise her head facing the ceiling above, not to let the tears roll down from that big eyes crossing her round chubby face. “I will just go and take a walk outside.” She said to herself, still trying to stay strong. Outside, it was cold with little drizzling. Sky was gray and the air thick. The weather wasn't really favorable for a walk. However, she didn’t mind the weather. All she wanted was to forget what she have just heard from him; from the man she loved like never before. She plugged in the earphone, played on the song that came the first. It was "We the kings" by Elena Coats. It sang ...

My paper Butterfly!

Unlike my elder sister and my younger who are good in Arts, I am very poor especially in sketching. They are talented in sketching. But sadly, I don’t know why they are not exploring and taking it as a part of their passions. If their skills were with me, I wouldn’t have stayed silently like them. Actually, all they need is a little more effort and a little more time. Coming to me, in the schools, biology was my favorite subject but I really used to hate while coming to the diagrams. Luckily, I had a friend called “Karma Wangchuk”. Most of the diagrams would be drawn by him for me while I used to write the notes for him. In the exam time, I never used to opt for the questions related to diagraming unless it is compulsory.  So, I have known my weakness in arts and crafts for so long. And thus, I have been always conscious and always wanted to improve. Whenever I am with blank papers, I imagines of something cute, like a doll or maybe a flower sketched perfectly over i...

A self-decalred poem

Fly me to the moon, And also to the sun and stars, Show me how it is like to be in the sky, Or together lets watch the spring of Mars,  The sunset at Jupiter,  and the flowers of Venus. Let’s make a round around Saturn, And then watch the birth of the rain. Towards the twilight, If the humidity is dense and hot, Shall we also go and taste the cloud? Oh baby, I would want to play with the foam of the cumulus cloud, Would you collect some for me?  I want the mixture of all clouds including the gray,  Or baby did you just say angle lives in the cloud?  Oh yes, baby you said that,  So, we are going to go and see the angles.   Opps, I am forgetting to pick my dress,  Baby, can i just pick that maroon robe you brought me the last valentine,  Or would that be not warmer? No, no. I won't be cold because i have you,  Who will me glow and warm, When I go around making a snowball for you....