Ethereal

“Rebecca” is a 1938 classic gothic novel with a tone of psychological thriller. The book encompasses elements of love, suspense, thrill and insanity with underlying bleak atmosphere. It keeps you satiated with variety of complex character developments and suspense of what comes next. Rebecca explores the intricate depths of dark human tendencies and eerie desires. It makes you crave more and just not enough and the left side of the pages thickens by the time you take notice of the moment. The book follows an unnamed girl with blooming youth who makes an acquaintance with the owner of Cornwall estate of Manderley, Maxim de Winter. Mr de Winter is a wealthy and charismatic man in his 40s and Manderley is a regal English manor house bequeathed to Mr de Winter as an ancestral property. The plot of the story develops when the young girl and the widowed Mr de Winter decide to engage in matrimony. When the young girl is pronounced as the wife of Maxim as Mrs de Winter, she faces the respon...

I know you want to have it all but not enough at a time, I know you want yourself but also your every fiery desire, I know you want to touch the sparks  but under your circumstances, I know you want to want me but fail me in the consequences of your matters, I know you behold your mind and heart clashing but always let mind prevail, I know you want to show love but only under your premise, I know you want to taste the extremes but limit yourself to just wanting, And, In the end, I knew everything, yet still, Things happened and roads diverged

  I don’t cry. I just let the swelling fire meet the calm ocean. Rest of it follows.This message is to the one whom I used to identify as myself. Me,was a timid and shy teen who was too afraid to let the words in himself articulate through his voice. And, to make things worse I did not have what it takes to converse swiftly with my opposite gender. Well, I definitely did not possess the art of conversing with strangers or people I met for the first time either. So, all in all this is me as you may know me and I too do. What you may not know is the way I feel things. I feel things very deeply. Deep as the height of Mariana trench. Like the depth where even light feigns ignorance. And, I consider it to be a curse I am bewitched with most of the time when my heart is gashed with burning wounds. I had complains about how people wake up with different feelings everyday and choose a new path in their life. But, I have come to embrace the fact that the change is the only non-changing fa...

Walking the length of the way to enjoy my own company in a dark winter evening is always fun as it ought to be. The December snow always keeps its promise of being oddly satisfying. I open the creaky main door and step outside. Shiver ricochet inside of me. I pull my coat tighter and lightly tread forward. The bare silence of the vicinity is now the crunching sound of my boots as I move forward on the snow. Traipsing through the snow, a gentle chilly breeze slowly and sadistically pierces the skin on my face. I reposition my scarf to cover my face still liking the sting of it and keeping my stride. After a while, I reach the salvaged wooden bench and offer myself a snowy seat to enjoy the misty sunset even though the sun is covered amidst the icy clouds. I watch the unholy mixture of whites and greys around me. My breath turns to fog every time I breathe. In front of me was a skyline-silver lake. My eyes run through the ripples on the surface of the lake to its very end, my mind wa...

Heavy grey clouds suffocated the sky, concealing the daylight as unforgiving rain filled the world below. Bright flashes of lightning topped with startling thunderbolts. The nature was resonating with my deep self. The only difference was that the nature was expressive but I was too conscious to let it out.  The riveting emotions were intensifying with each passing heartbeat. I was feeling blue and the color I could see was a dusky black as if it were a bleak mid-winter prying into my soul. The internal friction would never end.  Nevertheless, I summed up my courage and left for Grace's place in my car. The rain was dripping heavily. People were walking on the street under their umbrella. People who were visionary and cheerful, people who just had started experiencing life, people who met a dead end in their life and going through an existential crisis, people who still had hope of making through everything and more. Multitude of people sharing the same street yet differ...