By the window pane, as I sit there some million stories reflects up each day. Some were easy to be expressed while others still lacked the aura in them. I look out digging out stories for the next possible entry. A few familiar faces reflect up amidst the messy crowd, but how far will I rewrite them as a story? I was in search of something that was aspectaband with just my words. Someone too vivid to ponder my thoughts on. To find someone whom I could portray with a mere string of words that expresses them in the most alluring ways.
I look out once again. No, it was harder to find this way. I was still stuck at the final portion of the half written piece where the character needs a few emotions to display. Not that I wasn't able to fabricate and introduce a few emotions in him, but I wanted it to look more precise and genuine at the same time.
I took a sip of the warm coffee. The aroma filled up my system making it charged up again as I was finally at my point. A vagrant outside who merely came and rested outside the shop in front of my building. He looked sullen as he kept a paper in his hold, folded roughly yet so much carefully. I observed him a bit more as he ruffled through his hairs and pulled out the sheet of paper from what it seemed like an envelope. I could read his expressions well that it was leaving him in something that wasn't good. It might be anything but the look on his face was something to worry about.
He stood up this time. Threw away the paper into the trash and in no time, dissipated amidst the thick crowd of the city. I have to look into it now.
I hurried outside this time. The chilling winter season was making me shiver as it was soon snowing but I didn't care. I was curious to see what was that unimportant that he needs to throw it away from himself. Searching a bit I finally found it. The envelope which still have those folds. Looking away I found him nowhere as I took it with me this time. Setting myself near the window again I refilled my cup with another dose of caffeine. My caffeinated mind was now set up to go through something that seemed so close to a stranger yet he detached it away into trash.
I opened up. Unfolding the folds of the crisp paper I could finally read the first line..
"Dear Love"
It said as I took a moment to think and went on.
"I know it might leave you devastated. I also know you will think to run after me, but the game is all about society right? I know the love that you treasure in your heart is something too deep. But O want you to keep me as a memory now , let's be each other's memory now and promise never to see each other again.
-Yours till now but not anymore"
I was somewhat correct. The thing was surely about broken hearts. I looked outside , there were millions of stories walking all around. A smile captured my lips this time.
I sipped in the last cup of coffee as I realised that we don't need to search for stories. They are in every little thing or person we come across. We just need to peep into them and you tend to have the story. You don't need to search them, they are everywhere.
The man leaving this behind will surely rewrite another story as his previous chapter is over now. As the page fills up with a chapter all you are left with is just to turn the page and write the next chapter over again other than tormenting yourself with figments from the last chapter you wrote.
I read the last line to my story this time. It said
"So I let you go this time"
Happily I turned the page this time and there was I ready to bleed out my thoughts into a new chapter all over again..