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Sunday, August 2, 2015

TALE 32 - 180 degrees

I had something to say before he hung up on me
He did not wait to hear what I had to say
She gossiped to herself...
She then tried to engage herself in random activities for distraction...
What would she do???
Breaking a few dishes...
Or maybe tearing a few newspapers?
Or maybe punching a pillow or two really hard???
Or maybe stabbing it with a knife to tear and wither it off?
Or maybe binge eating junk?
Maybe smoking some light???
Fizzing in some booze...???
Maybe...
She felt like.... But she didn't....
Instead she de cluttered her room...
Rearranged her wardrobe
Threw off many unused things mercilessly...
Then went to the fridge...
If I m really hungry I will make do with an apple...
I need not chuck in the chocolate cake...she thought...
Munching on the fruit she strolled in her house...
Now what??? Need to get some fresh air...
Tracks n tee, socks n shoes with earphones n her cellphone...
She barged out for a run...
Ran till she couldn't run even an inch more...
Then ran some more...
Breaking into epic sweat she felt high...
Returned home to a fabulous hot shower...
Refreshed... She quickly made herself some scrumptious scrambled eggs on toast...
Rewarding she thought....
Her taste buds thanked her n so did her temperament...
Tired n sleepy she crashed onto the bed with full satisfaction of finding opportunity in adversity...
Feeling great that no matter what, she was not letting someone else's behaviour alter or ruin her life...
She was going to give d keys to her happiness to no one but herself...
She had taken responsibility for her own wellbeing...
Relationship will be sorted with time
And if it doesn't it was never meant to be... She thought...
She decided to take no stress...
Just chill...take it one day at a time...
She gossiped yet again with herself...
With a smile on her face...
Feeling fab, she was fast asleep...
Some stories just ARE they don't BE...
‪#‎notsotinytales‬
- Prajakta Sathe

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