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Re: Darjeeling

Anonymous — Wed, 05 Apr 2006 05:12:36 GMT

Her mornings, are not only marked by the sweet aroma of fresh made coffee but also, the torturing memories of a broken bond. A broken bond, that seemed to not only break her from Sean but most importantly it broke her. She is not the same girl she used to be before she ever got tangled up with him. She was bright, young, motivated...she was a dreamer. She had promises, which she always kept..friends, whom she never abandoned..and boyfriends, who would never make it past a week. What happened to her?

It was 8 o clock, Monday night. She just got home from the community college, finally. All day, for the past 10 hours, Sean was near, if not physically than atleast in her heart. This was the first time they had ever been apart, for such a long period. Sean now attending a four year university, was in another world. A world filled with drugs, and alochol. That was his life now. A night of beer bongs, blunts, and strange girls. But he was still her one and only, even after all the hollars and calls from random guys..it was always him. There was no one else for her, she was sure of that. This was the test, the ultimate test. She would call him every night, and every night he would find creative ways to lie to her. Throw out words that she wanted to hear, confess his undying love for her, and tell her that tonight, like all other nights he will lay awake in bed waiting to dream for her. If only she could see, how her love for him had blinded her. If only she knew, that the strange girl he drank with last night was sitting on his bed next to him while he was feeding her lies. If only she knew, that the days she spent thinking about his touch, he spent trying to impress another. If only he would have told her the truth before she dropped her life to be closer to him. This love, if you want to call it that, had cheated her and she never knew a thing about it. All she knew was that she was finally with the guy she wanted to be with. It wasn't his looks, it was never about the money because he didn't have either. He was not the 6 ft, blue eyed polo guy she was used to. He wasn't the guy that threw around money, or bragged about his ride that his parents bought him. To her, he was the only sincere man she had meet. She felt that she could trust him, and that was enough for her. Thats all she ever wanted, an honest relationship with an imperfect guy.

Re: Darjeeling

Baby Bash — Thu, 30 Mar 2006 15:56:07 GMT

Don't stop..

Re: Darjeeling

Anonymous — Wed, 29 Mar 2006 04:12:13 GMT

As she is making her regular morning coffee, to lift her heavy almond eyes, she finds herself slowly getting lost. Lost, and trapped in yesterday. To her, it was only yesterday when her wide almond eyes met the boy that she never thought she would fall in love with. Only yesterday, she remembered dreaming about his lips, his hand in hers, as she is falling into his everchanging hazel green eyes...It was only yesterday. If only she could rewind her life, relive all the days that she never thought would become cherished memories. Relive all the choices that molded her life, pushed her into someone elses world, stabbed her in the back, and left her with too many lesson to learn.

It was just yesterday when she met Sean. Sean was her missing piece. Sean, the only boy who told her he would never love her, was the only boy who would never leave her. Sean made her complete, he was her first true love, her first true mistake, and someday her worst regret. Today, Sean is simply her friend. A friend, who occassionally crashes at her apartment. A friend, who always leaves atleast one article of clothing at her house just to make a clear, simple point: I have benefits. They were, friends with benefits. They had boundaries, they had rules, they had love, now they lay bruised. Trapped. She was trapped in their broken love, she still longed for yesterday.

....more to come...

Re: Darjeeling

Baby Bash — Wed, 29 Mar 2006 00:56:46 GMT

carry on ..

Re: Darjeeling

Anonymous — Mon, 27 Mar 2006 17:02:19 GMT

Its 8:30 am, and her sleepy eyes are still unwilling to accept her world. "BEEP BEEP BEEP", the alaram starts again, and again she rolls over and pushes snooze. Sean hurries into her room, dressed in his favorite khaki shorts. The same shorts she always yelled at him about, "Sean, there is a hole on your butt, you know that. Don't you think its time for a new pair". But Sean, still young, cocky, and unforgeviabley stubborn, always responded with "I am a ceramic major, not all of us have the luxury to wear nice clothes without getting them dirty". The same excuse he always used, every monday, his khaki day.

Giving her a soft kiss on her forehead, sean tells her goodbye. "I gotta get to class babe, ill call you later". Still half asleep, she finally makes it out of bed to lock the door behind him. ***, its 8 *** thirty...***.

Re: Darjeeling

Baby Bash — Mon, 27 Mar 2006 16:19:21 GMT

I love it.. I mean the structure, the way you repeat some of the sentences in order to increase the reader's attention

interesting..

and what I like most is when you say:

Straw huts are what these children call their palace, and a game of cricket is all the drugs they will ever need to make it through the day.

Keep on writing honey..

Re: Darjeeling

Anonymous — Sun, 26 Mar 2006 14:50:52 GMT

hey ,

I am a new user to the english forum.I am reading the stuff posted to the site.

But your writting strike me a lot.

your imagination is great and you have put them in an elegant way.

What I can do is just read what you have written and admire you for your this skill.

Great stuff .Please keep on writting for others.

Darjeeling

Anonymous — Mon, 20 Mar 2006 20:11:54 GMT

Writing to write....

She follows the rose petals, the same rose petals from years ago, the same rose petals that decorated each and every lonely village wall, somewhere in Nepal. The sweet scent of blooming flowers still revive her, when she desperately needs an escape. An escape from the chaos, an escape from the same predictable routines that have take over her life for too many years. Although, this world is too demanding, too threatening, almost inescapbale, and like always she falls once again on the satin sheets of her metal framed bed knowing that the life she has chose is molding her and there is no return, no return to where her soul belongs.

Sounds of bells take her completely, as she is walking on the hillside path. Little children dressed in brown, pouring out of the wooden doors. The air is filled with laughter, young hands, inncoent eyes, this is all too familar to her. She is completely taken, forgetting her direction she follows the rhythm of the childrens footsteps. Straw huts are what these children call their palace, and a game of cricket is all the drugs they will ever need to make it through the day. Toy like figures decorate the neighboring hills, she called them tea weeders, picking tea leafs, so the world can enjoy the finest darjeeling tea.

"BEEP BEEP BEEP", its eight o'clock, and the world she longs for is taken from her in a single second. "Sleepy head, you're going to be late for class again", as sean tries to wake her before she misses the university bus.

To be continued.... please leave comments