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THE UNSEEN.. ( Short story )

LIGHTING UP THE ROAD : "You can do it, Himaye. Nobody could do it better than you. I'll be waiting for your call, sweetie. LOVE YOU." Said Himaye's mom, but an inner voice was thrusting her heart with anxiety. She was at the peak of self-doubt about whether she could get her dream job.

She left her house and made a decision to drive her car that day rather than choosing her bike. She wants nobody to notice her white face with no blood flow. She even gives herself the dosage of affirmations now and then. She was indeed glued to her gravity, but a voice constantly embraced her that something nice gonna give her a visit.

Himaye is a well-talented, good human to a mark, polite, persistent and good-looking 25-year-old woman with a nice level of confidence. Her skin tone resembles the yellow pollen grains from the clasping wind in spring. She loves soft skills, but no one can beat her in the art of self-defence. She has a decent amount of friends and loyal people from her college days, and others from her singing classes.

She kept eyeing her clutch and kept tapping her fingers like she was counting her breath to calm herself down. She must have known positive psychology. She tried a lot to reach this phase that is what she kept on rolling same as a reel on her mind.

She reached the very place where people are buzzing around and have no time to greet each other. She felt a bit bad about them and dove deep into her future for a moment. Gained all her presence of mind and entered the 104-floor building with nowhere to mount a glass on. It looked posher than a celebrity's hair spa. She didn't even hesitate for a second and entered like she gonna eat that interview with no crumbs to leave.

Himaye carries a good look, and she is well known in her environment, so that her outfits and her confidence would speak like an anchor before she moves her lips. Her voice was mid, but the quality she owns travelled to the next level. She gave in her details and joined in the Queue for her interview. She was called in when she was not expecting and was trying to hide her brain's response to her lower oxygen level through yawning. Her name was spelt by a busy-looking woman with tight clothes, who gives a glimpse that she is used to it.

Himaye felt that an eye with fascination was watching her from her distant, but didn't had mind to turn towards the direction. She felt weird and had to focus simultaneously. The feeling was equal to when she got noticed by her first pet on the streets. That is her love of life, therefore. Well, she is curious too ...

Author . M

This is the first part of my short story, The Unseen. Hope you like it, and please let your thoughts be known in the comments. THANK YOU :)

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Your mystery question is here :)

🐦‍🔥Phoenix: What is something that ended in your character's life (like a relationship or job or loss) that changed them in a big way?

One of the characters from my novel, 'Gallant Girls', lost her friend to a toxic group, her friend started to change into a toxic one too. And she is not her bestie anymore. Since that tragic incident, she learnt to let go, and finally, she understood that oneself is one's friend.

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short story-PART -10, THE UNSEEN BY AUTHOR MAHIZHAVATHANA (AUTHOR.M)

SOMEONE IS IN LOVE:

Murali reached home at his usual time. His mom welcomed him, and he frisked into the hallway, which made his mom smile rather than dwell on how difficult his day would have been. Murali dropped his bag like a kid, free from exams, and got freshened up, slid into the dining space with his good-looking phone. His mom already knew the reason. She continued,” So did you hand over the gulabjamun to that girl?” Murali got struck for a second,” Yeah, Mom, we shared it.” “What did she say? Did she like it?” “Yup, she said that you are a pro, and she even finished the whole box!” “The whole box? It seems like she has curly hair with headphones all the time around her neck. She loves snacks. Am I right? She even calls you brot..” “Mom!” interrupted Murali. “You didn’t give her the sweets which I made.” “The impressing process has to be done by me! Mom, why would you do it for me?” “ Then do it for yourself,” said Mom. There was a beautiful conversation about the bud that will never bloom.

Murali had a happy hour in the kitchen and was watching his mother’s favourite TV show with her by confusing her to his best. He entered his room casually and opened his cupboard to find his old T-shirt, which would layer up his biceps. He loves to wear it whenever he feels good. His eyes were caught by the files which were made to stand in the corner of the shelf behind his clothes, which were standing like a pillar, stocked neatly. His fingers urged him to pick it up and open it, but his hands were trembling like a kid who had fallen off a motorbike. It says,’ Muralidaran- 28 years old. The diagnosis cornered SLE- Systemic Lupus Erythematosus. Found two years ago. The treatment is useless; we can just extend the lifespan. In Murali’s case, it was diagnosed late. He has one year in his pocket. He still does the strength training to keep himself healthy to face the driver who wears black. He experienced intense fatigue, and later on, partial seizures popped up. Now he is on the journey where he can watch the window-side sunshine for a year or so, and then?. 

His phone rang. He picked up the call as he wanted to divert himself from the revised, current situation of his immunity. His neighbourhood friend called. “Hey, are you ok? Just wanted to check on you”.  “What would be wrong with me? I am perfectly alright exclaimed Murali by pushing the files in their own place, which had been hiding there for a long time. “I heard giggling and funny shows on TV from your walls. Wanted to know everything was alright with you guys.” “Is being happy a sin, bro?” Murali suspected something odd. “Your house usually stays silent, can even hear you convincing mom for even a small gummy bear sort of things. Never heard you and your mom laughing out loud like a maniac for two years. Are you ok?” He finished like he was doing a sarcastic play in a circus with no audience. 

‘Yeah, bro, we are fine. What about your layoff? Trying some other job? Should I help you with that?’ Murali tried to divert him in all the possible ways; his approach never failed him. ‘I’ll be glad if you help me, bro. I have a mind to send you my resume. “Why are you giving a second thought? Do send me your resume,” And there was a healthy conversation regarding their future. 

Murali’s mind was oscillating between reality and sparkler moments. His mind got sweetly trapped in his heroine’s thoughts. His heart was heavy from the distance, but his logical sense was drawing a line. He got another notification on his phone, which said,’ Let us create something new this weekend, bringing back our school memories by conducting a prom.’ Our office is going to shine the way you all like, expecting all the employees to participate. The mail was kindly passed by the HR department and forwarded to him accidentally by his junior. He recalled the meeting where the Hr department was discussing the employees' encouragement. Finally, Murali and his team found a way to keep their dopamine high for a temporary period. This created a chance to embrace the closeness of Himaye. But he has to remove a thorn that has high porosity. His mind got out of the bitter circle and started to practice dance in his mind, as soon as he closed his eyes, “I am leaving too, but not that soon ” got echoed.

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SHORT STORY, -PART 5, 'THE UNSEEN', A NEW CHALLENGE: Murali felt a weight in the air and kept running his eyeballs around the window, which was wide open, facing his schoolmate's room. He saw that the hanging curtains were swinging out and in. No one, yet his intuition was strong enough, and he urged to cross-check on his friend later.

His mom served him his favourite snack (he got convinced so!) on an authentic, well-polished brass bowl, which was much clearer than his vision. While Murali was under the warm shower, neither hot nor cold, he liked it that way. Once he enjoyed warm water running over his body, he felt his immune system was getting sick of his own body very slowly. He gave a big "Sigh", he accepts whatever happens since he learnt what was going on with his WBC.

His mom knocked on the bathroom door to hear a word from Murali. "I am ok mom!" said the bathroom door. She silently left with a note that his good-munch was waiting for him on his workspace, which sits on the corner of his wide bedroom. He came out, gazed at the plate and walked towards it.

Himaye was in her car, crossing the signal and had a mind to buy something for her mom to convey to her that she'll be an employee in her office. She got down without bothering the pleats on her outfit and walked towards the medium-levelled elevated store to buy her mom sweets and flowers for herself. Indeed, she loves flowers with all their colours. Flowers have no beauty standards, she believes!.

She bought a box full of the same sweets, only after taking a sample bite from the sweet section. She doesn't want to confuse her mom. A pink, small ball made of flour, sugar and unlimited ghee with some colour to give appetite to the eyes of customers. The sweet had a gold foil mounted on it, and rose petals sat like a crown. She left the shop with the sweets and mixed choices of flowers wrapped in an eco-friendly, delicate paper. Seems like she accepts mixed taste only with flowers.

She left like the wind and tried to cross the busy roads. On her right, Goshan parked his bike to have some spicy nuggets to satisfy the sweet taste rests on his taste buds, he had half an hour ago. Himaye didn't notice him, but Murali's bestie caught her figure and called out, "Hey, mate!" Himaye rolled her eyes and found him hanging his arms out in the wind. "Oh, hey, hi, Gosh", she called his name short as she forgot the rest of the syllables. He went near her with just two steps of hops," Came out belly full, it seems?" "Uh, no, bought some stuff for my mom. She loves sweets." "Oh, me too!" and started talking about Murali's food preferences in the disguise of his likes and dislikes! It is an unwanted excess of information for her, and she somehow kept on trying to get inside her car. Goshan also informed her about the member who left the office and his position, which Himaye is going to fill from next week. She listened keenly and thought to keep Goshan in her contacts. He is a bit impulsive yet has a good heart, which manages a smooth relationship with people, a well-qualified social element. She said the good side of her and also tried to explain to him about her wheels on time.

But she clearly sensed that he had something to say, but was gulping under his embarrassment. "Oh, that's ok what we had gone through in the cafe. I am out of it already." She added. But that was not the worm in the fishing rod. "Uh, Himaye, Murali is our HR coordinator". This new information surprised her like an intense tiny Tutu-Fruity in a plum cake. "Ah, what!? Is that..., Can I trust my ears right now, Goshan?" And she gave an immediate space for Murali, "How generous of him, Aww.." spoke her heart!.

You'll know the rest by next week. Note my number, let us be friends, we belong to the same department, same world indeed! HAHA". He never said anything about his position and blabbered all the way only about his best pal, knowing his interest.

Both waved at each other and left for their place. Himaye reached her home with the presents and noticed many pairs of footwear outside her main door, as if her mom and dad started a restaurant. She overheard her uncle's voice, who has a dense yet funny voice. "She seemed to get a job after jobs, old enough for marriage! What are you waiting for? I have known this boy for several years now, and he is totally worth your family and enough to handle our little girl, Himaye. Tell me what you think," said Uncle without any stammering or a second thought or even bothering about the idea of Himaye and her family. This plunged a thunder-like migraine in an instant, where her parents and elder brother kept silent in a flight mode.

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I DON'T WATCH MOVIES WITH THE SAME EYES AFTER BECOMING A WRITER!!

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Short Story- "THE UNSEEN", PART 4 -___THE WALLS ARE THIN:

"Why would you create chaos there? Our conversation was good, though." His friend interrupted and gave him a look. 'Oh, is it?' Himaye and Murali left the place with a smile and bye for then. The day was fine and a hope for a new start. Both of them went home with a sparkling hygge feeling. Murali parked his car, which has a shining cherry red outlook and perfectly conditioned parts. Riding his land yacht is like dealing with a cooking session, which has meal prep right before the feast.

His mother is sensitive yet manages to face any kind of storms for her family. His dad was never expressive, as if he gave all his expressive, lovable character to his son and stayed as an empty vessel. As soon as his car entered their fence, his mom came to watch her son. Isn't it too much to monitor her son like that?. She kept on glancing at her son's motor and her son Murali coming out of the door in the same condition as he left in the morning. 'SIGH IN RELIEF'. "Come in, my son, I made you your favourite snack, and what would you like to have for your dinner?" His mom stacked the questions like an unfinished file in a government yet corporate cold drawers.

'Mom, why would you panic each and every time I leave for work and return?, Please stay calm and let me breathe!" "Why won't I stay calm?" By anguishing so, she started to shed tears. "Mom, please not now!" Murali entered the hallway by saying so in his mind to save his heart-warming incident of the day. "Why won't you understand, you are my only son, why can't you stay in our home for the rest..." She paused for a moment and didn't want to continue the sentence willingly.

"I won't like people mourn for me, I would like to go with the flow and... and Mom, I met a girl today., I liked to go to the office, but from now on, I love to go to my soul space. I like this way, and Please I am sure this can do good to my peace. So leave the rest to me." 'You like a girl, Murali? But how. How are you going to? Did she know what was happening with you?" "What is going on with me?" "Wi. With your body, your health condition!?" "Sighs. Mom, I just met her, and I already said I don't like to reveal what is going on with me. According to this world, I am perfectly alright! So is she." "What Murali is hiding from us?. And what is the reason for his mom's grief?" A soft voice kept speaking to itself behind the walls. His neighbour, his school friend, for decades, overheard the whole conversation and felt overwhelmed with anxiety.

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PART-12-THE UNSEEN BY AUTHOR MAHIZHAVATHANA

CINNAMON AND COLD FILES:

“Goshan, thank you so much. I cannot express my gratitude,” exclaimed Goshan’s girlfriend, Louise. “That’s ok, anything for you, my love! “ Louise and Goshan looked adorable as a couple of sunflowers in the spring, under the tree which had already welcomed the fall by sprinkling its leaves. He is a good partner and friend. Louise works for a hospital as a nurse. She knew what actual caring is. She met Goshan when he was looking after his grandfather, who was admitted to the ICU, and later on, he departed for heaven. She saw the kind heart in Goshan; he felt bad and gave his attention not only to all the emergency patients out there, but also was appreciative towards the doctors and nurses who worked overtime and expected nothing in return. This made Louise fall in love with him. He at least has enough humanity to consider people’s efforts, unlike others who complain and curse doctors for not being available all the time, forgetting that they are human beings with lives outside the hospital. 

Goshan and Louise have been in a relationship for a year and a half now. She even knows Murali and his condition. So what about Goshan, does he know?His friend’s condition?. NO. And Murali requested Louise not to reveal his big secret, which could kill the happiness he wants to stay, as follows, and love to stay as it was, to be loved and teased by his friend, not to be piteous. And Louise obeys. “What about the prom?, Have you chosen someone to dance with? Gosh?” Bumped Louise. “I had already chosen a beautiful worm..., uh, a woman to dance with” buffered Gosh. He didn’t even hesitate to mock Louise’s mind. “Stop bugging me, gosh!. Now tell me who you're gonna dance with?” Goshan never seemed to be bothered by her quiz; he was strongly pulled by her cinnamon-shaded lipstick, which smelled the same. His eyes were on her glossy, finished lipliner. “Oh, uh, yeah,” “what gosh, would you like to answer me or what?” “Sure, after tasting a cinnamon roll,” huskied Gosh and never looked away. Louise was awestruck as she had never mentioned the change in her appearance. She didn’t even expect her boyfriend to notice it. “Ok! I trust you. Just tell me what you are going to do at the prom, which side are you on?” “I am going to be the DJ. I am going to help Murali by choosing the right song for him and his girlfriend”. This gave a huge surprise to Louise. “Girlfriend? Murali got a girlfriend? Tell me about it,” exclaimed Louise, as she knew his friend. Goshan has a unique taste in gossiping. Am I supposed to explain his role when he got a warm topic on his friend that could keep his girlfriend amazed for minutes?

And he said all the stuff happened therefore, and his role in his friend’s relationship. “I’ll do my best to get my friend committed. I just want him to experience true love. I am so desperate to save him from fake attention-thirsty vultures around him.” “Oh, that is a lot of commitment, Gosh. How can I help you? I just want to be a part of this selfless project”. “Oh, really? Ok then, please don’t ask anything about the prom, that is enough,” and got a smack on his arm in return. While Gosh was planning to engage his friend in a good relationship, Murali was travelling in a different landscape.

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AUTUMN BREEZE, LET MY HEART FREEZE.. :I

Where were you? , raised my mind,

But you always reside in my heart, I know that,

When ever I ask myself the meaning for my breathe,

The universe alarmed me your presence,

Are you imaginary, just a collection in my cutlery?,

When I suppose to meet you, My lashes felt heavy,

Simile as heavy as the cloud waiting for a downpour,

My teeth went to bump on my lips , trying to control the syllables _ getting flooded by the brain,

My palms were together , unable to open up for a hug,

Thinking that I cannot relieve myself from the warmth,

Your aroma punishes me each night for being silent,

Your voice in my head heals my fever which is being arrogant,

What can sooth me when every molecule of autumn pierce me with your distance?,

You are the willing, You are the key,

Please let me free from your golden cage ,

I am however gonna stay with all grace..MY LOVE..

_Author. M