[ Her Story ]

I'm not your famous girl. I look like one of those old school girls and probably your girl next door. New day. New place. New breeze. New Life. High School sounds fun. Although I know it's not. The reason why Blitten High is this popular is because of its on campus University rounds. I don't wanna make memories and definitely wanna stay away from the most important mistake of High School Stories - Falling in Love.

How hard can it be to adjust to this extravagance? My definition of extravagance itself lies within the pollen grains of sunflower or the fresh dew drops of early morning. I don't like the crowd. There's much more to listen in peace and solace. The smell of new book, the first drop of Monsoon rain, children smiling in the garden, sunset, a perfect cup of coffee - little things are enough for me. 

The School looked nice though. Gave me the perfect idea of the city life. I knew I would be getting weird glances. Yes, look at me. I am an alien. I landed from the UFO this morning. Oh wait, who is that boy. Look at his eyes. Filled with mysteries. His eyes, they looked so lost. Maybe he was searching something in me - a friend, a mate.

How could I concentrate in my book. Those eyes! I wanna ask him, do you like sunflowers too? But why should I. I don't even know him. Or maybe I knew him forever. He must love dark colours and the Universe. It works in mysterious ways, doesn't it? Why should he even like sunflowers. But you know right? Contrast is what brings people closer.

I do wanna know him. He looks different from the crowd. His charisma is adorable. He smells like the new born Lavenders in light Monsoon. He might just be my morning coffee or the ink on the letters I never wrote. I don't know why he is affecting me. I don't want it to stop even. His heart beats vibe in the rythm of the music I compose. 

He reminded me of the line “ Your lips, my lips, apocalypse ”

From Cigarettes After Sex. Oh wait… did I forget to mention? I hate people who smoke!!

[ Check my blogs for the first chapter of Cigarettes Ashes Under My Bed ]