Thinkle

How are 'Big days' like in the life of adults?  Well, this could be one of the most subjective questions to ask and leave alone the fact that I'm not an adult, hence not quite eligible to answer. But, I've got my guesses, like reaching a high peak in career or marriage or having children (mind you, I have got them in a pretty sophisticated order) and I've got my guest who can know better too! Because the first two cases are still fine for me to describe if I far stretch my imagination but the third?  Oh! The third one my friend is just not my cup of tea to elaborate. Hence I would rather prefer to hand over the control to-the one and only- *** Uhh cut the crap, will you? I can do the introduction part better for me. Firstly, elaborating the situation I am currently in isn't my cup of tea either. Secondly, I am a coffee person. And thirdly, unlike my mate just mentioned, she should've preferred me as the last person to be handed over the control to. Besides, ...

Birds started chirping. The world restored its colour which the night had stolen. People began waking up but the Wilsons were wide awake all night. They had put on a composed face but were tenser than ever. Reason had been Mrs Wilson's cardiac surgery which was due that day. On cosy bluish-white sheets rested Mrs Wilson. Her grey hair resting on her face, annoying her. She was too weak to shove them off her face. She sniffed mildly and checked the time. It was what she had expected, except there was something she waited for.  Tring tring-tring tring The phone rang, enlightening her face. "My daughter is always so punctual," she thought to herself with pride. Jennifer hadn't known by then what the rest of the family was going through. She would only ever talk to Mrs Wilson. The news had to reach her late.  After informing Jenny about the surgery, Mrs Willson heard Jenny's encouraging words, enough to help her get through the tide of problems. Mrs Willson then touch...

  Feelings? She never understood the word   She was all about facts and logic She believed emotions were absurd By never accepting her own  She swallowed hard and suppressed Even though deep down  She was way beyond depressed    Such were her ways Of getting through hard days Until one dark night She met someone, a ray of light    In her night sky with no moon He brought the sun and made it a bright noon He saw right through and knew a fix Said,"Fear not, you'll get through this" Poems of hope and joy he wrote In the process of which he made a boat Kept her on it Where in his heart it would float Those poetry hours spent  That optimistic scent Of words so joyful And everything they meant Touched her soul She recovered soon A new girl, as a whole She now saw the noon    The one who drove away the night, she forgot Once in a while, he'd be just another thought   He says he's unaffected He says everything's great ...

It is there deep within, y our heart will enjoy a dose or two in no time it'll turn into an unavoidable habit too few drops of it and you'll feel you are warmed by something whose harm you're never to be informed  you'll be too consumed by it, you'll drink it in lots irony will someday reveal, it was the venom in your thoughts! It will fuel overthinking and make you paranoid you'll feel lost somewhere, in the vast, endless void the world will feel cursed, you'll get back to sip your drink to avoid the reality and the problems in it imposed  by the venom in your thoughts with which you're still dosed! You will hold on to all evil prejudice tight it will provoke you to do so and convince you that doing so is a delight  you'll taint your clean record and replace it with bad deeds then unaware of what you're about to nurture, the venom in your thoughts that will wipe out your future! It will fill your thoughts with jealousy and desire you'll forg...