suddenly

Sarrah was quite sure of the glamour she exuded and the country in which she lived were similar at some point but weren't meant to meet.The extra that her life gave her, the possible impossibles and vice-verse.All damn cute things fairy tales in her dreams all that she was.Somehow she was too lucky for the around.It didn't match up to her thoughts.Mind it not the money she saw but the way people thought.Her friends were committed yet every 2months either they were unhappy or were with a new name.Life had taken it's own turns but she had just the best ever people around her for friends,family and just the perfect everything.Like there was nothing missing......On the dew drops she dropped her caressed feet to moisture them, the ankles having small little Indian jewellery tied neatly(they belonged to her mother)........as she bent down to admire the smiling wild flowers that glanced at her feet , a car zoomed by.......with a blink something she repented missing!And she didn't know why.


There the devil lay ed strumming his guitar and playing the odd tune with the name replaced by hers .She fumbled some random words at the slouching guy.As if his guts just wouldn't give up.But an harmless bee she thought.She turned her head to the swift miss and her hair swayed in the air letting it down, The Indian black hair.The red dress was so aptly fitting as if like Cinderella's shoes.She hurriedly grabbed at the garter and her bag to rush for her ballet class.As she passed the corridor a glance she saw of the yet unseen.The black Jacquard and simple trousers shone in the sun.A man in them walked with a lady of whom age had taken over a great deal.The late comer rapidly stepped into the movements

Plié followed by Tendu and as she landed the room was applauding her.The error free the perfect on every thought..........yet in her mind relayed what could being imperfect be like?



The day was perfectly perfect as every winter night was.She strayed the path back home from her uncles'.Her ear tugged with the Beatles playing aloud.As she crossed the brown oak cracked with the early monsoon lightning an unprecedented sight betrayed her eyes.Her weary eyes she rubbed and ear phones she tried removing.But then only some hay lay on the seat below and some chocolate wrappers.As she scanned carefully a black Jacquard piece shone in the faint street lamp like that of the morning and the car.She left and thought of her miss on the perfect day.The next day the very first imperfect deed she did was- She walked the grass for the zooming car though she had her karate lessons today. :) - to be contd.



Story continued in part 2 here