thoughts from heart

          'Tension continues in J&K. Five army men martyred during the ceasefire violations.' The news continued in the background and Asmita continued chopping onions.  Tears prickled from her eyes. It's because of the onions, wasn't it? She looked at the TV again and the headline was now broadcasted as full fledged news. Definitely the tears were due to onions. Asmita told herself again.             It was a chilly January morning. After finishing her daily chores, Asmita tried to snuggle into her rocking chair so that she could resume her favourite novel but today she was fidgety. She looked at herself in the mirror. She looked beautiful and radiant as ever. Even though a bit dark skinned, her features were her strength and she knew it. She brushed her hair again and the tendrils fell deliciously on her face and breast. One part of her mind tried to convince her that she should go out and exp...

              She walked forward. With posture straight, it felt as if she was a panther who was lurching on its prey, but that was exactly what she was doing; wasn't she? With a smile plastered on her face she made her way through the crowd. If anybody took a moment to observe, they would realize that she wasn't in her usual self. She clearly had a motive in her mind. But, what was it? She smiled slyly again with her eyes fixed somewhere. She knew, wasn't that enough?             Dressed in a long backless gown with an equally long slit, her clothes always made a bold statement but then she wasn't timid too. Her makeup was bare minimal except from the colour on her cheeks but that also wasn't because of some cosmetics but was because of the thought she had in her mind. She stopped suddenly. She could still eye what she wanted. She took a moment to appreciate what was in front of her. A waiter ...