She is Still a Mystery

She is Still a Mystery - Anonymously Yours (Part - 2)

In the previous story, Ravi(Protagonist) reads in the library every day for a couple of months and thinks about the girl sitting next to her and reading every day. He noticed her for 2 months but wouldn't dare to ask questions to her. His friend Rakesh and him are studying together for a government job. Even though he is best friends with Rakesh, he hasn't told him about the girl. He is trying to figure out things about her. Why is she worried? What has kept her worried for the last two months? What is she working on? What is her goal? What is her name?

Welcome to the second part of 'Anonymously Yours'

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I was on my way back home after the library. I was still thinking about her and the things I didn't know. Then the phone rang, and my thoughts got disturbed. I parked my bike on sideways. It was Rakesh.

Rakesh- 'Hiii'

Ravi-'Hiii...

Rakesh- 'Bhai, I am sharing one equation with you and want you to reply now. Pls check your WhatsApp and revert in 5 min. I am waiting.'

Before I could think of anything, he cut the call. What kind of person is he? I do not understand that. Who reads that much seriously at 08:30PM!? This man needs a break. I checked my phone. It was an easy one. I know he can solve that. But why he can't solve that, I can't figure out.

To give myself the benefit of the doubt, I called him in 2 minutes and said, 'I am not sure I can solve this in 5 minutes. Will you come to this library tomorrow? We'll try to solve this equation together.' He had no option but to agree with me. I am sure something is up, and his both, emotional and mental intelligence are making him delve into more thoughts, making simple things complicated.

As I was thinking about this, I saw her on the road. She was driving her Activa, and she looked even hotter with the helmet on. When she stopped and removed her helmet, I bet she'd look like Katerina Kaif in Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara. I wanted to sit in the back seat and let her lead the way. I let her be the Krishna of my life, and I'm tremendously happy being Arjun. You guys understand my emotions, right?

Anyway, I'm getting late. Before I receive a call from home. I should get going.

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"She is strong.

"She is strong.

Not because of how much she can lift

but for how she lifts others up

when they're at their lowest.

Not because she is capable of

withstanding the storm

but because she'll navigate the storm

and then show you

how to do the same

Not because she is indestructible

but because after every fall,

she will always, always rise.

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She is strong.

Not because she chose to be

but because the world demanded her to be.

She has walked through hell,

faced battles most will not comprehend

and yet, despite it all,

she still chooses to be kind;

to be soft at the hands of

the world that tried to break her.

Her strength comes from within.

From learning how to turn pain into power,

chaos into peace,

wounds into wisdom.

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Strong is she,

who knows her worth

and refuses to settle for less.

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Strong is she,

who will not back down,

who will fight for what she believes in?

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Strong is she,

who has love wrapped around her heart,

courage knitted in her bones and

fire running through her veins."

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As I read this in the newspaper, I feel her in each word, sensing her in each emotion. I am not sure why, but this poem suits her perfectly. I am not sure about anything, but the pain I see on her face makes it clear that either she faces something dark or she is going through something hard.

So, this is my morning routine. Every day, I like to wake up before everyone. Make my big cup of masala tea and have each sip with an article or the newspaper. I don't like having disturbances while I am reading something. Hence, the library and everything.

I was not this person in college. I lived my life like every colleague should. Late night parties, Outings, Making late submissions, Giving a hard time to the professor, always bunking some professor's class and not giving dam to anyone. Our group has 5 people. Everyone has a group in college time, right? so there was Rakesh, Sonia, Vidhi, Sanjay(Sanju), and handsome, charming me.

Vidhi got married to NRI right after college and went to Australia, Sonia went to the Philippines for further studies, and Sanju accepted a job at the job fair and shifted to Mumbai. Here, Rakesh and I are trying to figure out our way to life. 'Good Morning', Papa came to me and wished. I shared the rest of the newspaper, returned to real life, and went on with routine news.

I am anxious to know about Rakesh and his things, and I am excited to see her as well. My mind couldn't stop thinking about the possibilities of what was supposed to be wrong with both of them. I can ask, and he will reply if he wishes to. And the Strong female she is still a mystery to me.

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Would you like to guess what things could be? What is the matter with Rakesh? And what about this girl? Who is she? Why has she been worried for the last two months? What is she trying to solve? Is Ravi ever going to ask her directly about anything? Will they ever have a chance to get to know her? Stay tuned with us to know more.

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Bina Parmar
Bina Parmar

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