Nicole's Tales Within Silence : Page 5

“Days are passing the way they were meant to be. Nicole did not need daddy for dropping her now” Nicole’s dad mumbled to himself while he saw Nicole and Peter passing by the street. “She has finally got a friend who understands her and the one she actually likes!” He added and pulled back the draperies. 

Nicole and Peter used to go to the high school TOGETHER since the coffee treat ! They walked through the second short cut. Because Nicole never told Peter or rather Pet, that there was an even shorter way to reach the place. They were seen in many places together but not in the football ground, because one played and the other cheered!!

“PLAY WITH STRENGTH , PLAY WITH UNITY GIRRRLSSS” 

Screamed the new school football team captain NICOLE ! 

“YES! YES ! “ screamed the inner voice of Peter sitting in the front row. He believed in the spirit of the captain. The game started with Nicole leading the match and scoring two goals in the first 10 minutes. But then it all changed like a cocoon but this time  it wasn’t a butterfly but a moth. Nicole’s team lost by 17-3. She came out exhausted and all sweat, directly out of the stadium and started walking briskly towards the place she didn’t know yet. she walked fast, as fast as she could. Her pepper sprinkled cheeks now looked like china rose. She was all sweat and tired. She stopped and sat , sat and in the hope of falling someone pulled her up. “Peterrrr. I lost” she screamed on him as if she was expecting him to be there and listen. “I know, I was there too. “ he added constantly looking into his phone. “ Nicole got offended by this and didn’t bother to look at him. She saw a park just adjacent to where they stood and went inside, Peter followed. Both sat on the bench for like 20 long minutes without saying a word. Nicole constantly thought about the lost match and a little about whom Peter is messaging to . And Peter constantly looked into his phone. The cold breeze was soothing and comforting. There was a strange silence in the air, the breeze could be heard very clearly and felt repellently. 

“Did you get a girlfriend or is there  a new game?” Nicole asked in a low and upsetting voice. 

“Neither” Peter said still looking into the phone. 

“Ohh…” she said in a voice only heard by herself. 

The sun was coming nearer to the horizon and the breeze was getting colder. The time was growing into a beast, the dark place made nicole a lil disturbed and mad. 

“Finallllyyyy….. I got it” Peter exclaimed, “ we are approximately 17.5 kms from home and it will take 9 mins for the cab to come” 

“Did I made you walk this far ?”nicole upsettingly asked relieved by the soothing voice of Peter and knowing that he wasn’t messaging but rather finding a way home. “His internet still works slow like him” nicole said to herself.

“ A little north would have kept us home , but its fine atleast I got to know that there is an even shorter way to school we don’t take and you said its longer and also that the football captain likes spending time with me “ added Peter and winked. 

Nicole got drowned with a blush. Her own self felt new, and the lost match was a long gone story now! 

In the way back home petter said “ we will see the match’s recorded Video and will figure out where did we lack.” 

Nicole now knew that the ‘she’ has now changed to ‘we’ but she didn’t said anything and just kept looking out. It was hard to speak in the dark roads without lights in the way and she was tired. Peter looked at her and then out of the either window. After a drive of 15 minutes Peter  realised that the FEMINIST has gone asleep and his shoulder weighs a little more, but the heart feels lighter. He called her mom and asked her to come out to pick nicole from the cab, he whispered in her ear “ wake up dear, we are home” . Nicole woke up with a jiffy and seeing her mom went straight murmuring  “ thanks pettt, I’ll pay for cab tom” . 

Nicole’s mom and Peter exchanged smiles and Peter went walking. 

“ I don’t bother her winning or loosing but the way she thinks about herself, my feminist needs to love herself a lil more and try to grab up the positive parts out of everything. Its not about football but its about her own life. And her past life as well. The way she gets disturbed by the dark has really feared me today. She has not come out of what happened in the previous school. But she needs to and  she will. I will make sure. I’m sorry Nicole, I’m very sorry.” He said to himself. 

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She didn't sleep that night, no it was not insomnia rather she loved sleeping , but peter was someone who was again and again playing up in her mind. The days of her previous school the memories she never wanted to revisit came on her doorsteps themselves. " I changed the chapter mehn! " she said and her inner voice gave a spontaneous reply " But the book is still on right ? " It was a sleepy morning for her, she woke up late didn't dance in shower wore whatever she saw first and went straight to the school without taking breakfast. Another day another tale another lesson she thought.
She was late for Martha R. Jones's lecture . She went straight into the classroom and seeing all seats occupied she went to the last desk and  sat. Ms Martha noticed that something is wrong with Nicole and didn't scold her for being late.
As the Lecture ended Nicole noticed a piece of paper on her desk which was Much like a NOTE for someone. She opened it and there she realized that it was Pet's writing. "He still writes with commas, exclamation signs and emoticons" she thought with a smile in her thoughts. It was written :
                                        HY ! :)
                                        Coffee?? ^_^
She was able to read the note in peter's voice and could make out the way he would have wrote it. She scribbled something and looked around but there was no sign of Peter in the class. she got worried. Looked again and even asked from the boy with whom Peter was sitting last day. he did not have a clue. She got more tensed and then Mr. Raman arrived for the lecture. "goodmorning " he said in a usual tone. Nicole continued to look around with her frown face ! Raman asked her that if everything was okay. " Sir, " she looked out and There was Peter with a bunch of books Raman asked him to get from the library. "Yes Sir." she finally relieved. Everyone sat and Peter started distributing the books, " one for a pair , common make partners children! " Said Mr. Raman cheerfully. As the books got distributed. there was only one left for Nicole and Peter. Mr. Raman winked at Peter and said " Lucky ! " Peter just smiled. He sat next to her and as he just sat. Nicole exclaimed like an Angry wife, " Lucky means what? What did you tell to this Asiatic loon?"
"nice name " Peter said in one go. "I asked something Mr. PETER." she growled again. "Nothing,Nothing did I say" He mumbled. "He just sensed it " He added. and picked up the note he left. He opened it and folded it back. And had a nostalgic face in the whole lecture. Nicole was no more angry on him and she accidentally kept her hand twice on Peter's Fingers while looking into  the book. Both felt the Warmth. Both knew the Touch. Both had butterflies. Newborn but bigger this time. Both went to the Cafeteria together after the lecture. Leaving the note which read:
                                            HY! :)
                                            Coffee?? ^_^
                                                           i will pay.
  They sat on the White chairs of the white house, at least the feel was the same. Peter had already ordered for both. Nicole asked him about his family and usual stuff. and there was a very normal conversation and the bill was paid by Nicole. "Feminist NIC ! " he exclaimed in flow and then stopped at once. Nicole smiled. And then he added " My feminist, My nic ? " He gave her a look of questioning But she looked away. " It was not easy for me then too, and it isn't easy for me now also." She said in a deep broken voice. " But this time I wanna be with you Nic." The boy with black eyes had a teardrop which expressed everything. Nicole just said " see you tomorrow!" and started walking. Peter waited and then shouted " I live behind your house now, can I take the same way?" Nicole asked him that why is he asking her then. " You refused last day !" And both laughed with teary eyes.  He walked with her. or rather She walked with him. Waved and parted ways.
"She still laugh in that wild tone." He blushed.
"Pet , He will always be ! He is buttering Raman. My teacher's pet Pet." She stopped and just then went straight. Nothing killed her from inside now. Butterflies have returned.  

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A simple morning it was but not so calm for Nicole as for everybody else . Something was killing her from inside, It was neither excitement nor anxiousness . It was something she haven't felt in ages as she was getting ready for her new school's first day. Her dad dropped her to the school's main gate telling her that now the journey is her own and now she has to walk independently. "The word 'independent' is not as simple as everyone takes it" Nicole murmured as she entered and took a few steps to the notice board. "This School is one of the white house brother, such white, big and serious from all the corners ". The notice board read the class  schedules, She noted it in her new notepad and moved on in search of the classroom. The seniors looked at her with mere arrogance because she gave a much rugged look with black sweatshirt, blue jeans paired with white shoes in a place where mini skirts and off shoulders were usual to wear. She was confident enough but still something was killing her , went into the classroom with such perfection as if she knew the white house from ages." I was a champion in treasure hunting." she thought and smiled wide while she entered the class and sat on the first desk without even bothering to look at the class fellows. the class started with the first lecture of literature of Mrs. Martha R. Jones. Nicole didn't even realized how the time passed in that lecture. Then there was Mr. Raman from India for a calculus lecture. Nicole wrote on a piece of paper "time forgets to plus in calculus"  and giggled while Raman caught her laughing and asked her the reason.She showed him what she wrote and laughed again. The professor gave her the most haunted look and asked her to leave the class and meet him after the lecture. Nicole went outside and heard someone else saying " Sir , I find it funny too " and he was also kicked out. Nicole didn't bother to look at him and kept on rolling the stone on the floor. Then she heard someone saying "hey!" , she too said "hello" and as soon as she looked at him. she was stunned for a moment. A story with so many scenes played in her mind. she remembered him, He was one of his seniors who knew all what happened in her previous school . " hey, remember me? Peter. I was your senior." he said. " But then why are you in this class." she said broken. "I didn't mean to follow you first and I dropped an year after you left the school second." He told her looking straight into her eyes giving her brown eyes a Black tone of his." " you still speak making points , oh! lord pet " she stopped as she  called him by the nickname. there was a silence between them and then the professor came out. He asked peter to leave with a warning and Nicole to follow him . As Nicole followed him he said " Kid, after so many years I found a kid just like one I left in India. He used to write like you, was confident like you,and equally arrogant. Thank you for showing me Raman Kukkar back. " he continued " I know you want to know then why I sent you out , because we can have only One Raman oh Sorry whats your name?" "Nicole! " she said . " yes only One Nicole in the class and I don't want your very own style to be copied." He laughed and told her what he taught in the class. The day continued with other lectures but Nicole wasn't paying much attention. Mr. Raman and Peter (whom she called pet today) were playing back to back. His black eyes and desperate coming out and dropping school wasn't getting her clear. But she didn't realize that something wasn't killing her now. As if his black eyes covered the white and his hand kept on hers is making her fight the truth . " The truth" she exclaimed in her thoughts. " there is no truth and no looking back" It was 3 by the clock. the lectures were over. she walked past the streets knowing peter was behind. She knew his steps but she didn't bothered to look back and said calmly " I am disturbed , see you tomorrow? " . " okay. take care yo---u prec---iou--s. " he said hesitating but then all at once " you are precious nic. " A tear rolled  past the eyes. one from nicole and one from peter. and they parted ways. No, they had backs on each others side and none looked back. "Its the look of doom when we look back but look of love without seeing back" both said . And I think Love was lying in the common dialogues and the tone of black in brown.
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Nicole's Tales Within Silence ! : Page 2

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The sun has shown outside Nicole's window to virtually  highlight her hair  ,tickle her senses,give her warmth and wake her up ! but wait? "The sun is so early" she shouted as she sensed burning rays on her face. She hated the way the sun wakes her up , so mainstream!  she got to sit straight in her bed with in the hope that her hair are falling flawlessly from her head to upper chest , her eyes to look as deep as sea and her over sized tee make her look adorable! But the mirror just in front of her bed had another tale to portrait. A girl with all messed up hair rising from her head to the free space above it, her eyes half open as a father toad and her tee totally displaced from the apt place. The morning seen as normal as all ! her mother made her way through her stairs to Nicole's room smiled and said "good morning beautiful young lady! "
Another day , Another tale, another new lesson she thought. She got out of the bed cleared the mess,danced and sang in the shower, got dressed and went out to see her old friend . As she made her way from the common garden layered with a sheet of orange leafs,she smirked. She talked to herself about the life she had in her previous school and how it would change in the high school, giggled at the squirrels , smiled at the cats and made pout at the dogs in her way. No humans included in the whole scenario because discussing people wasn't  her habit and caring about what people thought about her attitude was a long gone story for her. She was held by the experiences people have given her ! As she reached her friend she found her outside her house locking it, Amber . A fair teen with black locks and pepper sprinkled cheeks. Amber spoke in much hurry and told her that she is late for the salon and she needs to look the best from head to toe as she will be going out with Rehan , her friend on lunch the next day.
Nicole went went back with same face she came with , even she was less into talking and more into narrating and writing. she thought about Amber , Rehan and thought that today both must be busy getting their hair on point and skin tone set. Both want to look 'beautiful'. "they misunderstand beauty and its importance in life" she said to the stone she just rolled off. "Everyone wants to look pretty enough so that who ever give them a look just don't look away for a minute and STARE !! even I hope that I look adorable in the morning rather than funny and miserable. But my mom call me beautiful even on ugly mornings, late nights, slurped evenings and what not. She never tells me that I don't look attractive or something and neither she speaks lie. She thinks I'm beautiful because she loves me. If ever souls are seen and people are left interacting , hardly would anyone be paired and loved. Beauty is about love. love defines who is beautiful and who is miserable even after having a pink glittered face and pretty black locks. " A dog was listening carefully to each word Nicole was telling him and then just ran away. She thought " I love that dog even after seeing his mud covered paws, dirty face and saliva-slurped-nose. because he listened to me and loves me and he has just good vibes to catch and give. "


                                                                                                       - Nandini

Nicole's Tales Within Silence ! : Page 1

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"At least you tried and you approached to a point where people tell you that you did well" said the most humble professor to Nicole, a 16 year short heighted blonde girl . Nicole just lost a competition by 2 points because of her less expensive but more creative costume. she was preparing for the act from past 2 years and was extremely well at the speech and her facial expressions can make everyone emotional and teary at the end of the hour.

She approached the management,other competitors,judges,everyone present there but she was left with only one conclusion that her act was best of all but her costume was less expensive and there she was unfairly made to loose. 

Well, she approached the garden and sat down in the shade of the maple tree which had already shed half of its leafs. It was end week of october and winter was approaching,taking over the burning summer. There was nobody,nobody that can help her to have justice. It was only her cheering up herself . When the whole of her mind was occupied by the competition , an orange maple leaf fell on her lap and rested. Rested until she picked her up as if a child just a day old. Fragile,beautiful but dead. Nicole was poetic and she was way too good in literature. Now she knew why she lost. she thought: 

" Autumn is so beautiful;yet everything is dying. I approached everyone just like the maple leafs getting noticed and are always complimented that they are so beautiful. But what can one do to make them green again. sometimes staying orange has its own beauty just like today not winning has its own charm for me! The winters are approaching and as a result the maple leafs got to fall. Something in this universe is approaching me as well, and today I need to identify the call and wait for my-winter-like-period to come up. Its approaching, and its the approach that matters! 

#newbeginning 

#approachmatters 

#nicolestories 

#teenstuff 

#taleswithinsilence :) 

                                                                                        -Nandini  

The Drain

Rivers,oceans,ponds,pools....might be pretty but I find drains to be beautiful ! The poem signifies a drain in comparison with a river ! The poem distinguish the two words i.e. Pretty and Beautiful !



I find the drain
to be more beautiful
than any river!
The river might be
an eye catcher for all
but I find the drain
beautiful than all.
her soul is so pure
she takes in all the pain
The drain,
She knows she is impure
at a sight
but I can see below
under than street light.
She sips and dips
all clutter beneath
She is rough and tough!
She don't chatter to the world
just like the river
She don't flatter the hearts
just like the river
but she has gone through
so much in the lush
and she has seen the life of the rush..
The river for all might be attractive
But I find the drain
beautiful and assertive !



                                - Nandini

The Day Moon!

A Full moon day! A full moon night!

Half a truth...Half a lie!

A glitter drop lie in the moon of the sky ! 

The moon just glows

by darkening the sky 

It is felt by the day 

and kissed by the night !

To the moon I say "You are a beautiful array!"

To the night I whisper " You dazzle It all !"

To the day ?

The day never gets to betray !

Days often moan in the bright sunlight!

Days are chosen by the rain to show off!

Days do shrink in the winter's glory!

Days offer filters to photographer's story!


                                                  -Nandini 

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