Amara: His Beautiful Dream

Chapter ONE

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TW:- Language and mention of eating disorders. Read only if you are comfortable.😉🥂

Amara's Pov

"Shikwa hai mujhe tujse, ae zindagi,
Na diye do pal khushi ke,
Na thikse hume ruthne diya.
Dil ko itna rulaya, ki wo bhi humse muh fer liya.

Daastan hai meri takleefo se bhari,
Abh toh rehem karle,
ae zindagi, shikwa sunle meri,
Yu muh na fer mujhse,
Aisa toh kya gunah kiya maine,
Jo tune tanhaiyon ke sath jeena sikha diya.

Ae zindagi, yu na ruth mujse,
Abh toh sirf tere pe bharosa hai,
Sirf ek he chahat hai,
Ae zindagi, mujhe khushiyon ke hawale karle."

Translation:

[Dear life, I have complaints for you,
You neither gave me any moments of joy,
Nor allowed me to be properly upset.
You made my heart cry so much, that even my heart gave up.

My story is filled with troubles,
Now please, have some mercy on me,
oh life, listen to my complaint,
Don't turn your back on me,
What sin did I commit?
That you taught me to live with this loneliness.

Oh life, don't be upset with me like this,
You are the only one that I trust now,
I desire only one thing from you,
Oh life, please fill my life with happiness now.]

(I know this sounds bad but dang it! I don't know English translation of simple Hindi words, how the hell will I know of Urdu words?*Sadfaces*)

Writing. It's something that people like to do in their free time, but I'm differently unique. I write in my already busy schedule just to distract myself, so that I don't think about anything else that may trigger me.

"The words become alive when the writer is dead from inside." I guess this suits my situation. I try to be happy but bro, who am I even kidding?

In this amazing generation, everyone fakes their smile, everyone is void of emotions, everyone's life is shitty but yet, this amazing generation tries to stay happy by making others happy.

They live with the hope that everything will get better someday and that's the exact reason why I'm proud to be in this generation.

They have the will to fight with every hurdles that comes in their life, but am I strong enough to face them? To face the obstacles that are present in every step of my life? I don't know.

I close my eyes for a brief second before opening them again, filled with new determination to be okay, to handle everything. "It will get better. Everything will end. After every dark phase there's abundance of brightness, I know I'll be fine." Chanting these for the umpteenth time in my mind, I sighed heavily and drank some water.

I was sitting and writing in the library, when I received Anastasia's call reminding me to be present upstairs in ten minutes. So here I am, making my way towards the next classroom that's on the second floor.

As I entered the classroom, someone grabbed me by my arms, pulling me towards them with great force. I looked down at the long and slender hands which held me tightly and it didn't take me much time to know who these belongs to.

"Is this a way to hug your bestie, Davenport?" I say in my usual tired tone looking into those grey eyes of Anastasia Davenport. She rolled her eyes, "Don't use that sadistic tone of yours, and who said that I was hugging you?" She spoke and pointed to her left showing me the food that she brought, "You need to eat this babygirl, without throwing any tantrums." She smiled before hugging me.