Chapter 7-Defection

You could many a times feel a presence nagging at the rear of your psyche couldn’t you? Many of us term this as instinct, co-incidence, chance, luck, fate…so many names. But this psyche was not one you would chance upon every other day. Honed by one of the greatest psychics in the vicinity, co-incidence, instinct, luck, fate or whatever other rubbish meant little here. Everything did have a reason, a valid reason at that; if anything was without reason, it was just that the reason is too subtle to be noticed. But does the dismissing of the sun diminish its luminescence?

Chapter 6-Paradise Lost

“Elaina, I will call you in a minute.” The phone went dead. Alaina stared at her handset, an array of emotions coagulated in her brain. Agron had been sent on a haywire ride; ten cities to tour in three months; the man was basically living on the run. But that was not the only thing that concerned the perceptive psychic. Bunny had become Elaina again, Agron was visibly preferable to Rex; something was definitely amiss. Worry now permanently lined the youthful features giving an increased intimidating aura to the already proclaimed Vesuvius.

Chapter 5-Good morning and Good night

"Good Morning Beautiful,

Good morning, beautiful, how was your night?

Mine was wonderful with you by my side

And when I open my eyes to see your sweet face

It's a good morning, beautiful day

I couldn't see the light, I didn't know day from night

I had no reason to care

Well, since you've came along, I can face the dawn

'Cause I know, you'll be there

Chatper 4-Dawn

An hour was left for the flight to land; about half an hour left; fifteen minutes for the flight to touch ground. Alaina had been counting the clock ever since Agron had seen her off at the airport. Alaina had never dreamt even in her wildest dreams that the grouchy anarchist would actually evacuate his office for some reason other than pure academia. Now this brought a smile to the paled face; Alaina did love observing Agron; after all what was a better way to study humanity than studying humans and what rarer illustration than the dear man! Ah, she had missed the last few minutes of the flight, the announcement for the landing was already being made; well it was not like she regretted it. As soon as Alaina set the first foot on the ground of her hometown, the darkness seemed to swarm round her; “Hold my hand you've got nothing to fear now, I was lost and you've rescued me somehow-“ Agron’s songs buzzed in her ear as the grip round the petite locket tightened. He was there, he would be there; she had to succeed so he could taste success; she could not give up, could not lose this battle. Resolve doubled, the brunette walked steadily towards the outlet.

Chapter 3-Borrowed

                “There is no one else I trust with this task! The news is too big to put to risk, please bunny I will hear no more arguments on this so cease the shouting match you intend to throw at me right this moment.” Agron’s face was contorted in rage. Emotions are the greatest enemy to rational mind. He had been repeating this over and over to his little peril but the psyche seemed to have gone into hibernation.

Chapter 2-What Love Means

                Not many days had passed since the ‘big-row’ as everyone in the vicinity seemed to term the telling off between Agron and Alaina. It did the least to bother both the people in question though. Agron as it were was the most unsocial, sorry, sorry, that should be antisocial person you could come across and Alaina gave little to what people thought about her. Studying journalism had been one of the most rebellious decisions the usually accommodating young lady had taken, no wonder her family had near abandoned her when she had decided to join as a columnist trainee under Agron. The sarcastic bastard was not known to take many trainees and hence Alaina was no fool to let go of such an opportunity. No one had more knowledge than that Vesuvius if you could overlook its irruptions at times and also if you could control your defections due to his oh so entrancing voice in her case.

Chapter 1- Voice

                “Listen to me and listen to me very carefully; I respect you, fine, but her insolence I will not tolerate. There is a limit to everything! How in the wide world can someone actually criticize a language in a language forum? You are the administrator, you control the literary portion of the forum, make sure there are no such idiotic blogs anymore, because if there are, this time I was very accommodating trust me; the next time she wouldn’t like what she would hear!” brown spectacled eyes flashed with fire as acid churned out effortlessly from the lucid lips; the long hair even seemed to have gained an electric spark of their own. Alaina was a character; you had to give her that. Sharp, biting and definitely cutting when it suited her. Else, a petite, caring damsel; sometimes people round her got really confused which was the real personality.

Prologue

Shredded Inspiration

Eyes closed, a deep breath taken in;
Do you see the image there? Do you know the image there?
The inspiration, the face to all the words,
The fountain of nectar that washes over the ears flowing down the whole system,
A light wind blows off the little strands accumulated near the ear,
Slowly, reluctantly, the eyes have to be shredded away from their inspiration,