Lessons of Life (LOL)

It was dawn already and she was tightly packed in my arms. She trusted me so much that she let herself effortlessly rest in them. All of her was on me and I couldn't have loved her more! I was looking into her eyes as she softly weighed me down. She was transparent in nature and had nothing in herself to hide. She glistened without jewels and her beauty was of no comparison. Each dawn, without fail, we met; since the day I was a child till that day itself. And even when I had hugged her the whole dawn I still desired her. I was helplessly in love but, even though I was holding on tight, I knew in my heart that she had to go and that I won't be able to stop her. Every morning she would leave me alone, no matter how hard I tried to make her stay but at dawn with the same freshness she would return back to me, run in my arms at the very sight and would stay there till her departure every morning. I knew she didn't want to go even today, but God won't fulfill this

"I'm leaving you!" I told Writing.  He just stared at me with his innocent eyes and expressionless tiny face.  "I'm leaving you, I said!" I screamed and Writing just softly blinked while looking at me with his tilted head, and the same second, I could feel a hand on my shoulder. "Why are you doing that?" asked a lady with a glittery sparkle in her voice; a sparkle picked freshly from the top waters of the ocean; a sparkle that brought along with itself the calmness of the seas. The voice soon showed me it's face as I saw The Goddess of English coming before my eyes. "You ask me why! Oh, look at him!" I harshly spoke and we both glanced upon the tiny figure in front of us. "Look at the effort I've dressed him up with. I have decorated him with everything I had! However, no one seems to like him! He gives me no returns!" I ranted. The Goddess of English gave a silent smile as if she had overlooked all hi

I was siting in front of a mirror; a mirror that promised to show one the real self. I touched my reflection in the mirror as if I were feeling a whole new person in front of me. I kept on staring at  myself expressionlessly. The mirror I was confronting never lied and now it was saying hat I looked like a joker.  A tear dripped down my cheek as my eyes had started overflowing. The silent teardrop ran down my cheek but I kept on looking at the mirror. It was difficult and painful  to hide my grief . I blinked at the person in the mirror, but didn't speak. I was sensing the feelings of that person. All the agony, perplexity, helplessness, we had faced it together. No one, but we understood each other's emotions. Moreover, the person had just cried with me. A soft thud startled me and I hurried to make up my face and remove all trace of that tear. The tear had revealed a portion of the real me. It had washed off the fakes I had put up on my face and I had to revert back to my