"As I opened my eyes, a tear rolled down. I found myself on his bed staring the roof. I knew it was too late to realize anything. I still couldn't understand what really had happened. I could hear the vibration of my phone. I knew it was his call but I was unable to move. Suddenly, I heard him abusing me, he came near me and slapped me. I looked towards him and stood up to put on my clothes. The tears were dried by then. I could feel the coldness flowing through my spine. I left his room and his apartment.
I started walking on the road without any purpose. Everyone was staring me as if they know who I was. I took an auto from the main road and headed towards the office. "Why did I do that?" I asked myself. The driver was asking me the way to the office but I was not in my complete senses. He then asked a pedestrian passing by and there we reached the office.
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I was getting bored and thinking about whatever I had been through in previous months, I realized my mistake and got frustrated, soon after that a question pops up my mind “Why are we women so complicated?” This is one of the most important questions, answer of which every man has been looking for. Most of the men come across with intricate women and it has been found that it is hardly possible to be fully aware of any woman. There are a lot of things which a woman wants which turn out to be ‘out of the question’ for woman to presently make a center of attention to any of the things. Women are many-sided human being; they inclined towards the description instead of seeing the real image. Sometimes, the least action made by men makes them to give appreciation on the other hand at times a big shot given by men which is expected to be REALLY appreciated is not even bothered by women. The point of views of women turns them into complex beings. Each day, minute, even a second of a woman’s life is changing every now and then; you’ll never find them the same. They are always in search of new ways and techniques to look towards life and when they begin to see their lives through a mixture of visions it makes them even more complicated. |
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