Tuesday 6 November 2018

My Supernova || A short story by Nehal Ahmad Nadwi

         My Supernova
After lunch, I laid in my bed as usual. Just because of regularly appearing in exams, I was exhausted, worried and exasperated. In a jiffy, I was engulfed by sound sleep. Subsequently, I landed on a colourful planet of wild and weird dreams.

For a moment, i tried to avoid her. Everything, related to her....memories, feelings, passions, and all.... Wonderfully enough, I was helpless, sort of oppressed against the wave of her immortal love. And then... I started murmuring. Did you know, why? 'cause she was never like the other girls, never longed to be like rests. She was weird in her wild ways, had diverse desires.

 In fact, she was an eccentric in her exotic escapades. A Devi of beauty, possessing beautiful sparkle in her eyes, ultimately made me to mesmerize our sweet nostalgia. We had been merged, deep down, into each other's souls. .. touched by our extreme pleasures; whispering in ears, talking hours and never getting bored, unfolding hands, soaring gracefully, listening to our heart beats and shacking legs.

 More precisely, we had been a perfect soul. One night we had the longest conversation that we ever had before. She shared with me all her pain and pleasure except one dark secret that she had very few moments in her life. She was at the last stage due to the breast cancer. She never wanted me to put into hot water. 

She never wanted me to be worried. Hence, she never ever disclosed it to me. The very next morning, she was no more....
She, undoubtedly, had written the lesson of an  immortal love in the chapter of my life. For me, she was, and still she is, a mix of perfect woman, hard to break, impossible to forget and endlessly fascinating. She was a celestial nymph for me. 
She was my supernova!

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