When reality strikes me to the core sweeping away all my dreams compelling me to a sudden fall and crashing me on my room's carpet, I woke up all numb and its intensity is such that I can't feel the pain after a havoc fall, still I managed to handle the mess I created.
It was a dream !! .....I exclaimed
But everything felt like it happened just a few seconds ago,
Still the memories of the moments are so fresh in my mind.
Solitaire autumn swept the clouds of comfort embracing a connection to the vibrant golden season. Cracking saffron sheets of maples, blushing sky steal a glance of the crimson autumn sunset.
Autumn's brushstrokes painted an evening city life with orange and yellow,
Flickering street lights whispers into saffron rhapsody,
Endearing essence of this golden hour,
Seldom to the beckoning winters of Charleston.
I moved to Charleston to stay disappeared from the shadows and whispers beneath the velvet curtained walls. No unwilling performances. No suffocations no hauntings. I craved for my piece of peace in the buds of my new beginned life. Blurring the melted memories on sleepy sunsets paused an inward timid secrets.
Surrounding evening hues alleviate the interior of the apartment I'm living in. Eyes couldn't sacrifice it's glow, Rebuff the dreams dropped last night.Hushed the silent chaos of my heart
Breathe in and out and behold the pristine view from the eighth tower of halcyon heights.
The skyscraper apartment looked so small from the passing planes, the person seated in the back seat of the cab remarked, As I was new to this city I had to share a ride that would prove to be evidence for my new identity. When I first stepped into the spacious rooms my flat owner Mrs Jules humbly greeted me as I said I belong to Portland which is her birth land.
The colour patterns and the flooring reflects the soft character of Mrs Jules, The artwork hanging in the dinning hall embellish the outlook of the room.The kitchen is well equipped with modern accessories, Words aren't enough to describe the delight my heart experiencing. A short celebration is what I needed to kick start a new day, a new life in a new city in a new apartment.
Couldn't heard the alarm clock so woke up lately, Sliding glass doors watered the plants on the balcony ledge, Lips smiled mesmerized by the vibrant view from my floor. Lungs wanted to scream loud and loud
"F-R-E-E-D-O-M".....
The air is thick with the essence of cinnamon and ginger, Preparing tea on the glass stove, such an easy thing yet feeling so much excitement in every steps of the process.
I had a crush on tea and it's leaves, its fragrance makes me intoxicated. Four to five cups of tea are my daily doses.
With every sunsets and sunrise rewrite the chapters of my life burning the pages of the courtesan.
Mornings becomes bliss and nights are serene.
For the last quiet months, my fascination for tea had shifted in an unexpected ways
What once was a familiar taste and comfort had started blending in the aroma of the roasted coffee beads, My morning days spent in the Hazel and thyme cafe's caramelized coffee, a little cornered shop tucked in between a flower stall and a bookstore.
Exploring with the gift of freedom painted alone caffeine dates at the little cafe normalized my dark life. People of Charleston knows me by the name zoya, Not the real name but a name that exactly wasn't a lie but a veil to hide from the echoes of my past. I worked remotely for a designer firm that didn't care about my whereabouts until unless I failed at deadlines. The baristas writes my name on the cup and carried forward the decorative tray.
I cradled on my favorite spot of the cafe, sketching a memory of me in lavender cardigan walking on the snow claded roads with my name written on the coffee cup eared to the chimes hanging in the bookstore wrapped in white snow, embrace solitude in intact stillness.
My phone buzzed striking the moment of fluke,
๐ข๐ป๐ฒ ๐ป๐ผ๐๐ถ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป,
๐ก๐ผ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐น๐น๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ถ๐ฑ,
๐๐๐๐ ๐ฎ ๐บ๐ฒ๐๐๐ฎ๐ด๐ฒ !
๐ฌ๐ผ๐ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ป'๐ ๐ผ๐๐๐ฟ๐๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฟ๐๐๐ต,
Cold blood ran down my spine,
Mind paused, the once buried memories rose alive again, Found myself back standing in the front of the same mirror, Draped in silk and velvet.
The room glows in candle lights, the smells of mogras replaced the raw stench of hookahs, Threads of metallic balls were tied to my feet's in the garden of temptation,Rehearsed in Perfumed halls on tablas and harmonium under the thousand layered chandeliers, Nobles in disguise of royalty pays for the crimson rose of their choice. A story every ear regret hearing, the name time forgot has been sold each time with exclusive prices.
Feet's glide as temptress of twilight through the halls of bordello, Heart burdened with the saccharine lies bleeds in deep inside, But I kept running and escaped I thought.....?
Eyes shined in tears expecting the failure of my escape,Drenched in sweat wrestling the dark thought's torn the page of my failrelief Message deleted....
An inches relief, I sip the coffee again but it's now turned into icy cold. Ordered for a second cup at this moment, Tried to divert the mind by looking through the window, a warm sudden touch shooked me away, lips felt the heaviness hands are trembling turned back,
O, Its Cecilia, my neighbor and co-worker in the same apartment and design company.
Are you alright she asked?
Yes.. Yeah I'm all fine,
But you looked scared, has anything happened or something is bothering you zoya?
I can't reveal the truth to her, so I said no nothing happened, it's just the work pressure,
You known right deadlines and all are coming!!
Hmmmm, I know so what are you doing here such late evening ?
I checked my phone
It beeped 9: 30 pm
O shit, I didn't realised the time, thank you Cecilia, I need to rush....
I took the delivery of the cofffee and walked towards my apartment.
Reached back home went to the kitchen placed the coffee near the oven and straighly to the bedroom.
After few hours of sleep the mind feels fresh, No stress, No fear of the pasts.
Relaxed finished the Dinner and went back to sleep again. Everything seemed normal till that midnight came,
Today's zoya's birthday
The birthday of the character I am playing, its not my birth date but I got fond of that day,
Mrs Jules and cecila wished me just after the clock bits twelve.
It's a bit late time to sleep because my usual bedtime is 10: 30pm
The phone rang...
I checked its showing 2:39 am
๐ง๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ ๐ป๐ผ ๐ฒ๐๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฒ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐๐ผ๐....
๐๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ ๐ฏ๐ถ๐ฟ๐๐ต๐ฑ๐ฎ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฎ /๐๐๐ฒ๐๐ต๐ฎ
The phone fell over the bed,
Shivering down from spine till toes,
Time stopped,
Calmness felt like suffocation
I gasped, The only thing I learnt
There is no more truth like past.
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