Losing All

Chapter 1

Roma always eats her dinner by 8 and then watches an old English movie. This is her daily routine. And by 9 she starts drifting off into an indestructible slumber. I am sure she has never seen a complete movie. Why does she do that? I cannot help but feel sorry for the films. And she does not watch the rest of the film the next day. Who does that? Roma, only Roma does. The cold and heartless Roma who does not care for the rest of the film. How do I know so much about her? Well, my life revolves around her and I read her daily. Her moves, her words and untalked-of emotions. When do I read her? Every night I slip into her room quietly and place my chair near her bed. My eyes like a scrutinator reconnaitre her face for hours. Roma, the love of my life. Sometimes I shudder with the thought of what would happen if she catches me intruding her bourn at this hour. Will she scream at me? Will my gratuitous and inappropriate intrusion scare her? And what will happen to us? These thoughts do scare me but I know my Roma and how she sleeps in the arms of Morpheus. 

The routine is impeccably similar. I enter her room and I gaze at her for hours, and I am reminded of the same thought that how Roma changed my life. Roma is my dream come true. A wish upon a star that sadly came true.

To be continued…