Vidushi Gupta : The SoulHome

Hello there, beautiful human ! Someone told me that your kind doesn’t write letters anymore ? Is that true ? And if it is, then why ? Okay let me write a letter to you, let me show you the power of words. But let me first introduce myself to you, as for a while I am going to address you, and before you can doubt my skills, let me tell you that I am the best addresser you’ll ever find, because you see, I write only truth. Okay okay,I know you really want to know who I’m now. Fine, here I go : Time, I’m time. Yes, you read that correct, I’m time, the same time your kind has been trying to measure in minutes and seconds and days and months. Sometimes I let out a rough sadistic laugh, because since centuries I’m witnessing you all, in every age, just trying to measure me and not value me. Human, you need to comprehend  that I do not come in years or decades, but in moments and memories, in experiences and lessons, that you cannot understand me just by looking at those three needles...

Once in a far away place,lived a young happy girl. She was  normal,average,yet she was the happiest person on earth,because she loved someone truly. But one unfortunate day,the skies fell on her,when she realized she had been left all alone by her only true love. She was devastated. The only two activities she seemed to remember were either crying or waiting. Some days she cried,some days she waited,and the rest of days she cried and waited and waited and cried. But alas he didn't returned. All day she sat by the door,waiting for him to knock. One particular knocking she waited for so much,that she ignored the knocking of other suitors. But the knocking she waited for never came and the cycle of crying and waiting continued for years. One day,as she sat waiting by the door,she heard a knock. Her eyes gleamed with hope,wishing it was him. But no,it was someone else.Tears again gathered in her eyes,and she ignored the knocking,knowing that this suitor will also leave eventually ...