Forever and more

She was particular about it. The measures need to be accurate. Charlotte in her black apron with mild dusting of the flour on it looked fabulously messy. Her hair wasn't at her best and there was a sense of chaos in her. Her eyes were anxious and a pair of hands and legs weren't enough for her. Being a head chef in a leading restaurant didn't help her to cope up with this anxiety. She had baked a thousand cakes before with all her heart and soul. But this time it was her soul she was baking. Her compassion and passion as chocolates and sugar, her wit and humor as eggs and flour, her love and care as the essence and flavor. It was a cake of love for her love. Charlotte wanted it to be special, the bestest of all her works. She carefully measured all the ingredients. Buttered the pan and poured out the batter. She timed the preheated oven and placed the pan in place. Time and patience were the only things left now. She watched as the batter slowly rise. There was lots left to do with a lot less time. Special things were just about to begin and she was not ready yet. Charlotte ran into the bathroom for the relaxing bath.
"Are you ready Charlotte?" She said to herself looking into the mirror and plunged her naked self into the bathtub.

There was certainly a truck load of anxiety in Charlotte. Her breath became irregular as she experienced an episode of a panic attack. She closed her eyes and tried to focus, her hands reached for the anti anxiety pills in the shelf. She popped a pill and slowly regained her normal self. She finished her bath quick. In her bath robe with the subtlety wet hair and a gentle glow in her face, Charlotte looked no less than a super model. She carefully inspected her wardrobe, a new set of lingerie was the one she was looking for. She put on the sexy lingerie and looked herself in the mirror, she was more fabulous than a Barbie doll. Blow-drying her hair she picked the dress she shopped for the occasion, A red sheath dress. She ordered it online with the measurements of her fit self. With the work coming along, she wasn't confident that she could fit in. With fingers crossed she tried it on. She was indeed surprised that it fit perfectly to her. No sign of any awkward details, it seamlessly accentuated her curves and made her feel better about herself.

Dress was done, now it was make-up time. Charlotte wasn't a overwhelming make-up person. She gently penciled her eyebrows and applied a basic foundation and air brushed it to perfection. A little bronzer highlighting her cheekbones, a little of the concealer to vanish her acne scars and a little blusher that enhanced her natural blushes. She choose a lip color that was closer to her own tone and rubbed the stick to her lower lip and pursed her lips and rubbed along. Now she was all ready for the night.
The love of her life was minutes away from her place.With every minute passing like millenniums she waited and drifted into space.
The door bell rang and brought her to the present. With anticipation she opened the door.

(2 hours ago)
Hand picked Daisies, daffodils and tulips made into a bouquet. Malcolm was thrilled and at the same time perplexed. He dressed up as a perfect gentleman. He radiated elegance and his well groomed beard made his look more macho. Malcolm had packed the hand made chocolates to Charlotte. He smiled as he remembered the way he learned to make chocolate delicacies. The passion and heat was enough to melt a truck load of chocolates. Raspberry, cranberry and strawberry chocolates with delicate hint of spices. That was his twist, adding Spice to the Sweet.
Malcolm was anxious, the decision he had taken could end everything or start a new beginning. He was not sure what to do, but he wasn't ready for more pretence. The truth had to be told and it was now. He ignited his sedan wheels and started off to her place. The dinner will either end in a happy note or there won't be dinner at all. With anxiety, confusion and thrill he hit the gears and zoomed.

(Present time)
With anticipation Charlotte opened the door. Malcolm stood there with the bouquet in his hand. It was romantic and charming. He handed her the flowers and  said "When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful
I don't deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight"(Lyrics from Perfect). The red dress definitely created the magic that it was intended to create.  Charlotte giggled as she received the flowers. She put them on the vase. He kept the chocolate on the table, saving it for later.
Charlotte had done everything perfectly. From the select table cloth to the décor. It was a perfect date night. It was also a confession night. The things nobody knew about her. She had kept it from everybody but now she felt keeping it from Malcolm wasn't necessary. She poured two glasses of champagne. The sparking wine has its own glamour.  The two of them couldn't keep their hands off each other. He drew her closer, tucked the hair gently behind her ears. Leaning towards her he kissed her. Their passion was at its highest. He held her gently, not making her hair or the dress too clumsy. They withdrew the snog and started with the champagne. Malcolm got a tangy aftertaste of her lipstick as he sipped the wine..
Both of them had their own secrets, both of them wanted to let their guards down and talk, but didn't know who was gonna start first. Their love was now bigger than the secrets they kept each other.. " I have to tell you  something" both in unison uttered the same words.

It's tough when both pitch in. Silence filled the entire house. The cake was in the oven waiting to be eaten. Charlotte went into the kitchen and removed the cake from the pan. It was in the shape of the heart and it was sinfully chocolatey. She filled the piping bag with fresh cream and penned in a few words. She was particular in placing the letters at the right position. Finishing up with the final details she brought the cake to the table..
Malcolm was a bit tensed. It was the moment of truth and he's never been this honest to anyone, to himself included.. Before he could begin, Charlotte started to light the candle. The select fragrance lingered in the air. A hint of rose, lavender and Lilly. The feel changed entirely. The luminance of the candle light, it's bliss aroma and them.

" It's been a while since we had time for ourselves Malcolm. How do you like my style of ambiance or you  still prefer the five star dine in" asked Charlotte with a giggle in her tone.
" I'll be honest, this is what I was waiting for. There's so much noise in the silence of those dimly lit restaurants. This is serene, peaceful, a place that only You and I share" Said Malcolm. His voice reflected his genuineness.
"The rhythm of my ❤"  was penned on the cake. Charlotte cut the heart and placed it to Malcolm, both metaphorically and actually.

Malcolm opened the box of the hand made chocolates. He placed the chocolates on the plate and a particular piece with initials 'C ' on Charlotte's plate.
It was time for them to do the actual talking. Charlotte was now ready to do the talking..
" I haven't been completely honest with you Malcolm. There are things I haven't shared with anyone. Seldom to my closet friends.. it's not something I'm proud of. It's a phase that I want to come out of.. But being dishonest to you is no more the right thing to do.. My identity Malcolm, it isn't real. My name, it isn't mine" said Charlotte with a tone that was raw and intense.. While she talked her heart out, Malcolm was eating the heart that was cut out to him. He felt something with his spoon, it was definitely not walnuts. It was a ring.

"Honey, I love you. It's not the first time I'm telling this but yes!! I love you. This ring, a symbol of our togetherness. A small talisman that gravitates us much closer... I'm a con woman Malcolm. I  use fake identity to deceive and extort. I have made money.. all in the ways that are terribly wrong. I'm a quick learner and that helped me play so many parts. This pastry chef job, well whats more fun than baking. This is the only role I played with no planned intentions and then I saw you. But now Malcolm, everything has come to a stand still. I want us to continue and the past to vanish in its dirty drain. Will you accept me as I am Malcolm, will you be my heart's rhythm?. " said Charlotte. Her eyes teary and emotional. Malcolm listened to everything Charlotte had to say. The ring remained on the plate.

"You should be breaking open that chocolate now " said Malcolm. He had his share of secrets to share. He took out a piece of tissue wiping off her tears. Charlotte broke the chocolate and found a ring enclosed inside it.
"Charlotte, you are my cardiac rhythm"

"Charlotte, you are my cardiac rhythm. It's like my heart has forgotten it's usual pace.. I have never been this vulnerable and in my own skin with anyone but you. You make me feel at home.. I'm not being polite or saying this out of courtesy, these words are straight from my heart. Our souls acted in total synchronization. Perhaps Sweetness just overloaded. We both decided to hide the ring in chocolates. And we both have decided to confess. Souls and spirits communicate in mysterious ways I suppose. The honesty you reflected just elevated my love for you. But Charlotte I haven't been honest to you." Said Malcolm, his voice a little shaky.
" I've known you as Clarissa, Chloe, Carolyn, Catherine, Christina, Carolina. Yet I fell in love with Charlotte. Your past wasn't something that I was unaware of. Your ways to make the powerful fall on their knees crying for mercy, your tactics of switching every possible documents for identification, the dirty dark room affairs were as bright as daylight to me." Said Malcolm. Charlotte was shocked, confused and surprised.
" Perhaps you are surprised to know that I was aware of your secret.. Actually I was hired to kill you. I've been shadowing you from a really long time. What an irony, A hitman falls in love with a con woman. I have never killed a woman before, you were my first female assignment. The assignment to kill turned to an appointment to love. The more I got to know you, the more I stepped closer to your soul. Behind all those masks and identities there was a soul, a soul that I fell in love with.  I love you, the real you!! I still don't know your real name.. but that's okay. I love your soul." said Malcolm holding her hands in his.
 Charlotte was in tears. She didn't mind that the crying would ruin her make up.. They both embraced and cried.
"Forever and more" (Malcolm)
"Forever and more"(charolette)

Happy Birthday!!!

There was nothing left for him to do. His life had become like the nipples on a man's chest. His decision was to end it all once and for all. Death is more than a decision and his idea was never to go easy and smooth. The plans he had was sinister than Hitler's smile. The day of his death will be spectacular, one that will be remembered, but only for all notorious reasons. He sketched his plans on a piece of paper meticulously. He had a vicious smile while his hands dictated the pen. Everything was set except the date. He looked at his watch, the Tom and Jerry dial showed him the hour and the minutes, it was 3:13 am.  The date struck like lightning, Sept 17th,  the date of his birth and soon to be death day. His loud laughter filled the entire room. There was a sinister contentment looking at the wonderfully sketched plan. The child in him woke up and crumbled the paper into a ball. He put it into his mouth and started chewing as if he tasted every bit of his great idea, slowly swallowing it. Now Mr Fernando devised a plan that only his brain and now his stomach knows.

It was 14th of September and the sun was at his usual duty. A little cloudy but that was the beauty of September.  Mr Mathews returned from his daily walk, and Spike, his German Shepherd followed him obediently. He had no one but Spike. Mr Mathews' conditioned had worsened. His family kept him away.There was a knock at the door, Spike ran to the door to look. Mr Mathews followed and opened the door. It was Mr. Fernando, the only person who knew about Mr Mathew's condition. Mr Mathew was hypochondriac. His obsession over an undiagnosed medical condition was insane. "Hey Fernando, how's it going, the preps for the big day" asked Mathews with a sense of excitement. "All going well Mathews." said Fernando

The two of them talked and talked for hours over cognac. "The game has just began" said Fernando to himself. He took Mathew's laptop and keyed in a few searches, while he had gone to get a few more drinks. Now it was time,  a devoted diabetic, Mathews extended for his insulin, measured his dosage. His usual sight was his belly. He injected himself the carefully measured dose. He fell unconscious in minutes and his body went ice cold. Insulin can never do that. But Mr. Fernando's cocktail did. Sodium thiopental, pancuronium bromide (Pavulon) and potassium chloride. He sat there seeing Mr. Matthews cold dead. Before leaving he whipped off all the prints. And took the watch with Tom and Jerry dial on Matthews wrist. It was identical to the one that Fernando owns. The key searches in the laptop will direct the cops to conclusions of suicide. After all nobody believes a hypochondriac when it comes to medicines.
Fernando mentally ticked the check box. "One down".
The game has just began.

The look of accomplishment was bright as the newly lit LED bulb. Mr Fernando's careful maneuver and his right judgement of the cops' conclusion sure made him feel proud about himself. The cops had nothing to do as the crime scene was a textbook suicide of a hypochondriac. Fernando slept rather earlier than usual. Was it the excitement of his birthday or the visit to his paramour? Only the dawn has the answers.

The shine of the daybreak hit Fernando gently. Freshening up he started his journey to meet his inamorata and this time it's not gonna be just a quickie.

The door bell rings and the lover answers it in less than a minute. In her tank top that accentuated her voluptuousness and the right amount of cleavage, she stood there. "Good morning Susan" said Fernando and kissed. Before it turned more passionate they snapped off and moved into the living room. "Shall I make you some breakfast Ferno, You know that I make mean pan cakes."said Susan with a voice that was romantic and sensual. "Yes darling dear. Make it quick. I'm hungry, but not food hungry. You know what I mean" he said this and laughed.

With breakfast done, it was now time for some real calorie burning.Fernando held her from behind and started kissing her. Passion and digestion combined and he burped while kissing her,  they laughed in unison and they made love again and again. They lay naked, tired but always ready for more. Fernando gave her more orgasms than he promised.. After the twin shower sessions Susan started dressing up. Seeing her struggling to dress up Fernando extended help. He handed her the tablet, a daily dose of lithium. " I don't feel like taking it Ferno. It's as if I'm eating cellphone batteries." She said in discomfort and took the tablet. Fernando glanced the Tom and Jerry watch placed next to the lamp on the the night stand. "It's better you take this as well. Its an IV. I'll administer it." said Fernando and pumped a lethal dose of lithium into her. Susan with a little drowsiness fell. She slipped into coma. Being bipolar she took her meds everyday. The bipolar infidelity was something she couldn't control. Now the same drug that kept her sane is keeping her in a coma. Fernando with no mercy at all injected another syringe full of potassium chloride. He looked at her Tom and Jerry watch and timed for 3 minutes. He put his ears to her chest, it was silent. Her heart stopped. With a polythene bag he collected everything, the coffee mug, the spoon and the plate he ate and all the used condoms. He whipped her off with the medical grade alcohol solution and sterilized her and took her Tom and Jerry watch with him.
"I'll miss your pan cakes honey" said Fernando and left.

The police found the body of Susan.. The ME staff were spell bound at the level of detail of the killer. There was no sign of struggle or force. The body spelled of medical grade alcohol. Anyhow they found a hair stuck on to Susan's bra, they sealed it and possibly send it to the forensics for further examination. A DNA is what the cops were looking for. Finding prints wasn't just possible given the effort the killer has taken.

It was 17th of September, the day of the final show. The day when Fernando's plans will finally find its ultimatum. Standing alone and staring at himself in the mirror. Nobody knew about the murders. Nobody knew how conniving he was. Nobody but himself had the privilege to know that. His plan was only half done, the other half was saved for his birthday. A present he gave himself. He ran his fingers along his hair, combing it.With one swift motion he removed the hair from his scalp. His bald head was shiny. He didn't clean up the stuck hair strand, coz it would not lead anybody to him. The wig was of horse hair. It was now the later part of the plan that was the concern. Fernando went for his bath and cleaned himself off the victims. The bath was only metaphorical.

Fernando looked at the watches that he took from the victims. He had gifted them. Fernando was a celebrated psychiatrist and a leading therapist. His clients were all of the elite groups.He was very good at finding the vulnerable and weak. The knowledge of countless counseling sessions made it easy for him to work his art.

The reason to killing them was never a concern to Fernando. His hunger to take another person's life was enough reason for him. Killing was something the therapist in him always resented.  A life counseling people and hearing problems was enough for him.  He now killed not for revenge or money. He killed coz it was fun. For him, he just eliminated another invalid rich nut job. Fernando was looking at his watch and waiting patiently.

The police arrived at the scene and found 5 dead bodies. One of them was Mr Fernando. They found out his identity by his dental records. The reason for the explosion was unknown..

(A psychopath is a person who not only destroy others but also a mean self destructive machine )

I am truth, a bitter one..

She stood in the state of shock. A mixture of fear, anger and disgust. A feeling that her brain is failing to comprehend. Faith and trust are just words to her now.. The ones who described their meanings in the dictionary are assholes.. The reflection in the mirror was not her. The smile was now missing, eyes dimmer than the cloudy sky.. Like a wounded bird with no grace to fly. The weather wasn't cold but she shivered. In her bra and panty she stood there. Scars that burned with every contact of fresh air. Her hands could do nothing but touch and be more hurt.. The mirror failed to reflect her back that was stripped like the tiger's. Tears trickled down her cheeks. The reality was now blatantly laughing at her. She realized her mistake but it was too late.. With no more strength to stand she sat on the floor. The marble floor cold on her skin.. She swallowed her cries. Forcing herself to stop crying.. Fate was something she never believed in. But all of this was like a revenge of that. The battle of the heart and the soul was incessant.. An astronomic chaos that never stopped. Her heart was beating faster and faster..the voices never stopped but was becoming louder.

The Creek was loud and clear. It was the sound of the door knob..

She spasmed as the door opened..

The door opened with a distinctive sound. A noise that makes one twitch. She clubbed her toes and started to shiver. It was not cold but it was fear. A man entered the room. A normal looking bloke with not so  intimidating looks.. Yet her heart raced with speed. He was in his boxers, sipping tea. "Want something to drink darling dear" he asked,  his voice calm and clear. She only shook her head as her reply.. Like the cat that fears water she whimpered at his presence.. He picked up her tank top and denims that was lying on the floor and threw it on her. " cover yourself sweetheart, the inners are oly good under the sheets not for the streets".. His remarks sarcastic and cruel. With the air of authority and deceiving sweetness he walked around the room.. Keeping all the things back in their places.. The whole haphazardness now becoming clean with his superb dexterity. There was a diary that was lying on the floor. With clinical precaution he pick it up and started to leaf it.

She was sitting on the floor.. Clinging to the clothes he threw at her.. Her eyes fixated on him... There was a syringe next to her.. The needle surprisingly not blunt.. She took it in her hands and aimed to the vein..

The needle pierced into her skin and immediately her skin started to bleed.. The sharp pain reached her brain and she began to shout. She was so blurred with fear that she failed to realise that the syringe was empty.. The man in the room was her husband. And he his reaction to his wife's obscure act was blatant.. After all he was married to her for only a day.. All he was now concerned was the diary.. He placed the diary on the table and started folding the sheets.. Stains of blood was all over the white sheet.. He folded it gingerly and walked away frm the room..

The bleeding stopped and she was back to her senses.She put all strength together and stood up and walked her way to the bathroom.. She freed herself frm the straps of her bra and slipped into the bath tub. The water was hot and felt heavenly. But her anxiety wasn't at ease. . The bloody scars now started to spike sharp burns. "He found my diary. He will read everything. Wat if he gets to knw?" With all questions in her head she lay there naked, confused and afraid.

The husband walked into the empty room. Sound of the running water proving his wife's presence in the bathroom. The diary was the only thing he was keen on. With sensitive care he opened the diary. The first page had a photograph of her. The smile of her reminded him of the first time he met her.. Hair flamboyantly free flowing. The lips curled along the edges and a Dimple that accentuated her simple even more. Below the photograph was her signature... The one that's very difficult to forge. He was surprised and shocked that he doubted that the signature can't be done in one single stroke. Below the signature was her name written in a cartoon like text..

"Charlotte Savio"

He flipped through the next page and found a small poem.

" I am truth,

  the bitter one,

 Sparing none

I may end up alone,

With my flesh and bone.

You my call my heart a stone,

I will take it in a lighter tone. "

The poem reflecting her thoughts about truth. He instantly realized that the diary was nothing but an escape place for all her dire truths. With curiosity intensified by her short poem he turned to the next page and his eyes widened with bafflement...

Getting out of the bath tub Charlotte put on a bathrobe. Though she Pat dried the moisture, the beads of sweat was reappearing. She looked her reflection in the mirror, her eyes dull, her face bright. The soaps create an illusion of glow but none can make the eyes shine.. "Now he knows more that wat I had bargained for.  Is marriage a license to knw all secrets. He's opened my diary. He must have given it a read. Should I be worried and vulnerable or strong and guilt free" asking these questions to herself she slipped the robe down and looked at her naked self.. Soul and flesh both with nothing to hide.. The marks still evident, but she didn't care.. Charlotte took a deep breath and exhaled.. Walking towards the wardrobe to dress herself.

"He is my husband, I shouldn't be afraid of him."

The initial fear that clouded was all becoz she was afraid that her secret will be out. The things that only the walls of her rooms knew. The agony and sweet pleasure that oly experience can fathom. She's ready to share her life with him.. But not her personal secret..

His eyes was fixated on the diary. The more he looked at it, the more he was astounded. Each page with profound verses and phrases. Some of which so deep and very hard to comprehend. He flipped through the pages and reading only when his eyes met with words of his choice.. The last entry was  intriguing. It was a short poem.. The intensity of it was severe..

" the time has finally come,

  The day where ur freedom        is a glory of the past. I'm asked to live with a person I knw of only by his bio-data and a photograph. '.. The moments allowed to share was less than the time I spend talking to the customer care . Paul weds Charlotte was the invitation card. But none cared what my heart longed for.. Love someone with all my heart and see my soul enlighten by his soul's spark.. But nothing can be done now.. I hav to share my soul to a man with whom I've shared nothing but formal greetings. I hav to let go  my  inhibitions. Hav to bare my naked body in his presence.. And have him break my long guarded hymen and bleed..

 It's time.. Its running more faster than expected... "

The poem left him speechless.. But something felt strange.. His nostrils felt weird. The odour that scented the air while he leafed the pages.. It was musty. A closer look at the text revealed something that left him dumbstruck.

All the entries in the diary was of blood!!

Charlotte walked into the room. The moisture had still stuck to her skin. The cool breeze drying her skin at the same time giving her chillness that ran all across. She saw her husband in a state of shock.. The diary in his hand. He turned towards her.. His eyes was not the same as it was earlier. The air of arrogance was no where to be found.. Charlotte in a weak voice said

" I have something to tell you. The things I'm gonna share with you are not something to be proud of. I bear each and every scar with pride. The voices that I hear incessantly, the ones that encourage and discourage, that makes me strong and weak, gives me a cheerful laughter and a hurtful cry. In my lonely times the voices comfort me. But its when I tried to stop them I found ecstasy. When I made my body to respond to their ruthlessness. A sharp blade that touched my skin and I could feel the chillness running through my veins.. I was out of the world and could see God!! With dripping blood I would wake up.. With a pen that hardly writes I dipped it in my blood and inked my soul out.. The diary in ur hands.. That's not just a book with texts.. It's my soul inked with my own blood. Blood became a part of me.. More outside than inside. Many of  my frnds used to share their first period story. Like the way they freaked when they started to bleed. But it wasn't the case for me. Bleeding was a usual habit I practiced and it was happening in the place I never expected. U may be thinking that u shud hav been dead by now.. I had all measures...

Last night's incident was a surprise to me.. The voices were at their worst. I had no other choice than scream and scar myself. And my anxiety kicked in when u saw me half naked with bloody scars. The anxiety grew into fear.

Yes!! U hav married a woman who hears voices and who enjoys pain and loves to bleed excluding her periods.. The medical world calls me schizophrenic, the church tells me I'm possessed and the psychologist tells me I need therapy..

All I need is love... I have seen love and hate.. The high when the endorphins kicks in and the pain that almost kills. You can still walk out of this marriage.

Sympathy can keep us together for a while but love can stitch us for eternity. "

He walked towards her and took her arms in his.. Leaned closer, her breath oxygenating his lungs and whispered in her ears

"I take thee to be my wife. To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, and I promise my love to you forevermore. "

Invisible

Like a moth inside the cocoon,
Waiting to kiss the bright sun,
Growing it's wings in silence,
Slowly losing its innocence.

The girl next to me seems pretty,
My talks to her sweet and witty,
I learned a new word called crush,
I also learned to blush.

Not knowing what's right or wrong,
Unbeknown of where I belong,
With weird face and soar throat,
I did a little academics and sport.

I became an adult before I knew,
The feeling was all new.

The transition now is rapid,
There's no more tepid,
Information is the strength,
It's dangers go to great lengths.

There are quarrels over double ticks and blue ticks,
Depression over shares , comments and likes,
The filter of the picture express the moods,
Emojis is now our mother tongue.

The teens are on pill,
And they call it free will.
Everybody has a story to tell,
There's always a mini version of hell.

Adolescence is invisible

Though the physical signs are visible,
There's name, fame and shame,
And we have nothing to blame.

Innocence is the melody of the unsung song,
Our souls yearn for it to last long.

Never bid adieu

"There was nothing wrong with the weather. It was too romantic for the both of us. The breeze, the sun that accentuated the winter evening, the lights and the avenue, everything right in place. I wish we ordered another glass of champagne. It was like sparkles that tickled gently. Perhaps I'm one among the lucky lot to have such an awesome and horrific first date. Shepherd, My valentine, never bid adieu please" said Merlin.

She said all this to her dying boyfriend. Yes, it was their first date and their last. It's not something everybody goes through. It was not a street accident Bollywood style, not the tragic cancer patient story, its the story of a broken soul.

The room was silent, echoing her voice. All the romantic words reached no ears except hers. There was nobody. Yet Merlin continued, talked all day of the date. Cherished each moment of it, lived it in recurrence. The memory crisp, the feeling genuine. The wound fresh and pain inextricable.But none of it crept into reality. Hysterical, hallucinatory and helpless.

Merlin is a schizophrenic. The date happened only in her visions. She experienced auditory, visual and tactile hallucinations. Though she was a schizophrenic the love was real, her feeling for the one who existed only in her imagination was exuberantly legit. The people around were often annoyed. Even the empathetic ones got bored. And the doctors silenced her with the dose of dope. But Merlin had all hope in the universe. 

The sedation was just a short term fix, it didn't stop the hallucinations from happening. "Doctor is this the dream drug ? I get to see Shepherd when I take it ?". Every night the doctors tricked her in taking the dope to make her get through the night.

The doctors had left for Christmas leaving the nurses incharge. The doctor on-call was fast asleep. While the nurses were too busy watching tv shows, thoughts of Shepherd was killing Merlin. The hysteric date, his words and his death, everything overwhelmed her. She started hearing his voices. But she wanted to see him, touch him ("Mer ,  Lets go for a walk.")

"I'm coming Shepherd, just a sec" said Merlin and never returned.

F and F

Fortune and fortuity can either be a blessing or a destruction. It all depends on how we receive them. Accidental occurance of events that happen can change the direction of our life but it's the steering that makes the difference. Like the surfer who glides through the tides and maneuvers his way through the waves, our positivity and efforts can override the negative fortuitous hurdles.. Fortune helps only when there's positive concious that can identify it's worth.. Luck happens when work happens..

Hustle through the hurdle,
it aint a riddle or a random doddle,
Success isn't a fortuity,
If it is, the soul will surely be guilty,
Let the multitude call it work,
Not a stroke of luck.

#positivity #peace #work #itsPossible

#scrribles

-Savio

The Human-Kind

We are called the humankind. The organism that breathe, walk and talk. And yes, making a mark on this oxygen container called earth. But is the leader of the food chain doing justice by being human and kind. Most of the times the race has proved to be not human and not a bit kind. Perhaps it's time to rewind, unwind and remind the lost grace of humankind. The time where positivity chimes in every breath, where life is lived than compromised and the innate nature of goodness overpowers the negative. Light doesn't fight to kill the dark, it's mere presence is sufficient enough.

Dream -> Vision ->  envision -> action ->  revision

-Savio