An Orange Cloud

 before attacking this one, check out the first two episodes. click here for Episode 1 and Episode 2 “I really really like you Aditya!” I exclaim, my heart beating louder than the bullet bike that passed us. My vision is blurry, my brown hair is flying all over my face because of the wind, and the traffic is nonchalant. This was not exactly what I had in my mind when I wanted to confess to him. But I loved it nonetheless. And I never even guessed this would happen. Every morning when I walk to school, I would see him walk with confidence and allure, or that’s what everyone says about him. But all I see is a socially awkward guy who doesn’t want to start any conversation with anyone. He wears his black ear buds and holds his phone in his left hand. His school bag is completely black like he is hiding some dark secrets. The school uniform fit his physique like it was made for him. His tall frame really complements the proportions of the uniform. The uniform is red checked shirt and crea

  You know the feeling you get when you talk with someone, mostly them speaking, you don’t feel like interrupting because you just connect with them and they speak your mind and you don’t have to say anything? I feel that with 3 people Ria chopra Data praneeth And my dear friend, zz Trail Of Thoughts- 36   It’s just that some yappers are just very interesting, like I can only listen to them for hours. It’s the speed, vocabulary, accent and etcetera that matter.   The other day, my friends and I were going to a shop where we overhead a conversation between two guys. It was really funny and I still remember what it was about. Let me remind you, this guy is a yapper because I swear I did not hear the other guy’s voice at all, the whole 5 min we ‘overheard’ them.   “I need to go there today apparently, and if I don’t my cousin is threatening me, literally threatening me saying I’d be banned from all future family functions, like wtf is that? Do you know how much it'

    I hope you don’t fall in love With another person,   ... Until you stop mourning About that one person.   A masked face on the outside Still loving that one girl deep inside I don’t think the present will love it If you keep living in the past.   Maybe just maybe Have you given a thought, Of how she might’ve forgotten you The day you guys bid goodbye, The day you were sure Would be the last day Her eyes would meet yours?   Maybe just maybe, Have you given a thought Of how the people you now spend time with Are a part of your life, While you still mourn the void That can be filled by only her?   Maybe just maybe Did you happen to think If you deserve more than A forgotten love?   Maybe just maybe You deserve love That’s looking at you Right now While you still search for hers.   Maybe just maybe You’re still blind And the love you thought eternal Has lost its spark Yet you still look for it.   Maybe just maybe You could stop living in the past, You could stop loving the same person,