Nostalgia Engulfed...

I wake up in the middle of the night, disoriented, expecting to find a study table next to my bed, my Pooh cushion somewhere nearby and my laptop next to my pillow streaming downloads. Instead I'm lying in a double bed, diagonally nonetheless, hogging as much space as a slender twenty-one year old kid like me possibly can. I unlock my phone screen, blink twice to adjust my eyes to its brightness and look at the time. Its literally the middle of the night, three am on the dot. I try to think what woke me up. The last thing I can remember before I drifted off to restless dreamland is my choked nose. I remember skipping dinner to my parents' utter dislike, but the cold made me want to rest more than anything else, more than wanting to have home-made food. I detest going to see a doctor, so I tend to ignore trivial ailments like a common cold (too common in my case, gets invited every time the weather changes) like they are ladybugs on a flower. Creepy, red with black polka d...

A smile can speak a thousand things if you just pay enough attention. Especially with girls! They say girls are complicated, true, no more than guys though. So anyway, its true what they say about girls never really speaking their mind. But if you just looked at her smile, you'd know what she's really thinking. At first sight, its just a plain old smile.. think again, its not. With girls, there are a thousand different kinds of smiles. There are few which might appear often. There's that one smile which will always steal your heart. It spreads wide across her face and makes her eyes crinkle and shine. Its the one most easily recognised yet the rarest of them all. Its the 'ecstatic' smile, the real deal. If you can make her smile like that, she probably trusts you and is actually happy about having you around. Then there's the other kind, that doesn't reach her eyes, one where she seems to be smiling but her eyes say otherwise. Its the sad smile, she...

She fidgeted with her hands, traced the green nail paint on her finger nails. Then she took another look at the clock's hands, just about five minutes had passed since she last did that. The clock made its signature tick-tock-tick sounds but it still gave her no comfort, the time just wasn't passing soon enough. "Nine thirty-five", she murmured to herself with a sigh, and started locking and unlocking her phone screen repeatedly. Anything to take her mind off of the pressure she was under right then. After another minute, she couldn't take it anymore, she looked at the five other anxious faces in the room and another bored one, then swiftly walked out of the conference hall that was allotted to her as a waiting room. She stepped onto the balcony-like pathway that joined two blocks of the same building, slightly higher than the ground floor level. She walked a few steps then leaned on the railing. The cold breeze made her shiver and she wrapped her arms aroun...