I know my parents what me out of this house but there are better ways to do that than to force me to get married.
Marry a five letters word which will the cause of my destruction.
I am Ella Spark 26 years old single women, who like to sketch and read. I work for the editorial board committee in a company named The Wonder Quest. I know the name of the company sounds weird but who am I to question when I get my paycheck at the end of the month that covers all my shopping bills.
I have been living in New York, sounds fun but the not so fun part is that I live with my parents. Being Indian according to my family home is the only place I am safe. That's according to me and not my parents cause they want me to explore the world, but when you have books what's the need to go out into the unknown. I can just take out any book and explore the world from the eyes of the best.
They love me I know, but I guess that major accident does make them scared for me. But it seems they have run out of ideas to get me out from the alone bubble that I love. So they have switched to the typical, Indian tradition idea that when a girl reaches her 26 she is becoming old.
My mother keeps nagging about how I won't find any guy. But I don't want someone and neither do I want to go out and be independent and free. Guess I need to be independent before my family ends up making me Mrs I will fight for it even if it means going against my family. I am gonna show them what I am made of and giving without a fight is not my style.
Just when I was absorbed into my thoughts into the sea of my imagination. I hear my phone ringing.
"Hello! Is this Ella Spark speaking" this voice sounded familiar?
"Yup," I replied
" Ella, this is Justin I need to ask you for a favour"
" Fine. Tell me what it is."
It's not that I don't like Justin but I hate the fact that he is a lazy bum. He makes others do his work, I would have rejected him on the normal situation but the pressure from my imaginary world was becoming too much to handle.
Occupying myself with work would let me get away from them.
" I know you might not like it. But I had to go to a place in Paris to write a report about the place. It's a request from the company CEO and I don't wanna upset him but I have to go to my grandma's home. Please take this job at my place." I didn't see this coming. I had to decide whether I want to go or not.
I have always been a scared person when it came to exploring. I only like to visit places in books. I wanted to reject this proposal but something inside me wanted to go out and explore it felt like it would be my last chance, cause I couldn't stand against my family for too long. My walls of strength were breaking down and my courage was shattering like a piece of glass.
"Ok! I will help you. I will take the offer."
It was such a waste of my time staying late each night, without thinking anything. Guess this could be my perfect escape chance. I can't just sit and let my imagination go wide.
Ohh! By the way, the marriage part was just my imagination, the only part that was real was the fact that my parents want me to explore the world. They haven't caged me or anything it's just I find solitude in my shell.
I wasn't like this before, I used to be more outgoing but things changed for me about 5 years ago. My life took a 360 turn, my months in hospital has changed me but I had to live for the second chance that I had got.
I even had to shift back to my parents home cause of the accident, that's the only reason that I am living with my parents. Before this, I had rented an apartment with my twin-sister Kate.
So guess now I am heading to Paris, I should pack all the good stuff I guess, or maybe I will just throw all my stuff inside a bag. I don't believe in my parents theory of love, just cause they were lucky go find each other. They strongly believe that love happens with just a glance, I have been in relationship and trust me it never ended well.
We ended up being strangers or just another chapter of each other life. I remember writing things on my dead bed, when I could feel death creeping upon me.
I wrote: Dear Death,
Being a writer i can't find you scary..its a writer thing to find beauty in every aspect of life...
Everyones scared of u they call u names..but i know you are the most faithful friend..
You decide to walk in when all people can do is cry,
You unfold every cloth that reamins,
You see us the way we are skin and soul. You become a part of us when the play ends and the curtains of life fall..
You remove each and every scar and pain...then remove the painted smile... you remove everything until our soul is the only thing visible...
i am sorry but i am not afraid for the day we meet cause that will be the day when you will provide me a new journey...
You n i will talk about the pain i shared..it will only then i say i am truely fine when i meet you..
Every heart shall cry that day only the hearts that cared..but that day i will rest in peace..no more sorry for the mistakes..no more fear of being judged...no more eyes that are lost in thoughts..no more books with last pages filled with stories..
waiting for our meeting...
Yours truly,
A writer