Neha Sharma
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The frozen pond
Long Thaw. It had been a lot more cold this season. Incessant snowfall and the whole town was covered in a beautiful white blanket of snow. Trees had already lost their leaves to autumn, so they were looking like barren wooden poles with stems shooting towards all sides. They looked a bit scary when seen at night under the fascinating moonlight. The scene used to be a bit spooky yet mesmerising.
By Neha Sharma3 years ago in Fiction
Long Thaw
The frozen pond. Anxiously, she paced around in her room as a myriad of thoughts bubbled up in her head. Slowly, with her feet starting to hurt, she settled on the couch near the window to peer outside. The soft drizzle of the rainfall was a mesmerizing sight to behold, and the patter sounded pleasant. Her breath was heavy and her eyes were swollen because of the incessant weeping. And the reason behind the emotional outburst was the way she'd been treated last night. But then, to think of it, this hadn't been the first time. It had become a part of her life now. Being showered with abusive and hurtful language, and being ignored as though her existence was of no value, had become a kind of routine now. Though she had everything that could be called luxurious and comfortable, her very existence was a suffering. Her life seemed like a broken piece of glass, which was cutting its way into her emotions and feelings, making her soul bleed. She always wondered, that though she never tried to hurt others nor did she ever force her choices and decisions or made them feel unimportant, why was she subjected to all this. And the worst thing was, that these so called others were her own people. Her own family members. She knew it well, that she would never have accepted such cold and distressing behaviour from strangers and would have given such people a piece of her mind, cause that is how she was. Or maybe, how she used to be at one point of time. But today, when she thought of her situation, she was hurt beyond limit, as the people hurting her were the ones she loved the most.
By Neha Sharma3 years ago in Fiction
Beautiful
Beautiful inside out. We all know that beauty is not only about a pretty face, illuminating skin and a balanced and proportionally healthy body. Of course, beauty is something much more deeper than this. One has to have a beautiful mind and heart. One must be a kind and compassionate being, to be considered beautiful in real sense. But when you talk about beauty and it's charisma, you need to contemplate both the aspects. Giving importance to inner beauty doesn't mean that you need to avoid taking care of your external self.
By Neha Sharma3 years ago in Humans
Lost in the race
StStarLost in the race. This morning, when I looked at myself in the mirror, I could see a confident woman with a beautiful smile dancing on her lips. She gazed back, right into my eyes, with oodles of passion and enthusiasm. She looked with sheer ardency, as if saying, that she will make it big one day. The look was fantabulous. She looked wonderfully assertive. She looked perfect.
By Neha Sharma3 years ago in Motivation