SMUDGE

SMUDGE (Yet another piece of fiction by me)

Smudge!

Yes, it was tear smudge on the scribbled paper. Amishi was mulling over the wistful reroutings of the mind.

Thoughts were drenched as the unison between her mind and heart was at variance. She could hear her pulse in the silence of the room. Her thoughts always hurried towards the neverland. There was always an uproar that preceded the whispers of the thoughts.

Heart was where the mind was and mind was where the heart was. Incertitude played harsh on her.

She sat by the windowsill and saw the sun accentuating its aura. She never liked sunset for it always left her spirit down the dumps.

She pensively pondered over the conceptions that were clouding the lucidity in the mind.

She got no reply from herself .

Like paper her heart was also smudged.

                                                                                                _ JUHI SARIN