She was sitting cross-legged on a royal blue coloured round sofa. My friend Aliza, who arranged this party loved this colour so her interior looks blue blue all the time. Aliza was the only reason I was attending this party because we've been friends for pretty much long time. I went close to "that girl", I was feeling an extreme attraction to her and I've had no idea why. I'm a housewife and I usually don't get too social in this kind of gatherings because I can't afford to give much time to new contacts and friendships. But still, that girl was the center of my attention. I kept noticing what was so special about her.
She had messy hair like she'd been procrastinating when it came to hair styling. She was wearing a crossbody bag, her face had no sign of make up, her eyes were bright as stars, her clothes were so different that made her look weird in a way. I used to like different and odd things, I flashed back to my past. Suddenly I saw something. She was writing something on a journal.
Then I couldn't stop myself. I rushed to her sofa. My heart was jumping upside down, I've had a strong feeling that I've already met her or know her in anyway. When I sat in front of her and said an awkward hello, I was SO sure that there's a connection between us. Or there was a spark that took me here. She looked at me, saying hello back, with a puzzled look that why I'm trying to be friendly. "Uhmm, I'm Mia, I've been watching you for like a few minutes but you're not enjoying this party. You're just writing on this journal, what is it?", I said everything in a single breath. It felt good. She smiled a pure bright smile that reminded me of someone, but still clueless WHO THE HELL?
"My name is Sara. I'm writing a new blog post. I'm a blogger." Her words landed on me like a missile. She was a blogger. A BLOGGER. My feet started to tremble, I asked her, "You are a blogger?"
"Yes!", she said proudly. "I'm a lifestyle blogger and a member of Karachi's young bloggers panel. I recently started working as a young journalist at Dot Media and I...... I couldn't listen to her anymore. I wanted to go deaf, I wanted to runaway. Maybe to a place where nobody could see me. I wanted to RUN. Sarah was ME. The moment when I've had a spark, the moment when I wanted to go near her and talk to her, I've realized that I saw something in her. I was seeing a part of ME in her.
I've no idea when did she stop talking. I stood up without saying any word and left. I saw myself in her. And when I reached my car and exhaled the burning breath that I've been keeping inside me. I flashed back. 15 years ago, when I was 17, a young bright blogger and a wanna-be journalist. With messy hair and different thoughts. People around me thought that I was weird. They told me that I'm so weird and I don't look like them, I should be changed and do the stuff that normal people do. If I have to survive in society, I have to change myself and live like others and stop doing all the "weird" stuff. And I did, I changed myself for them. And after all those past years, I regret this today. I didn't realize in all those years that I was losing something. I was losing myself. The truth was, people didn't think I was weird or odd, they thought I was dangerous. Little girls with big and creative ideas are considered as monsters in society. They ruined me. I remained a blogger just in a few memories. I didn't do anything to save my blog, my words, my thought and MYSELF. And today when I saw Sarah, she reminded me of ME. I suddenly realized that there were warm tears on my cheeks, burning my skin. "Good luck, Sarah", I said to myself. "My story ended untitled and un-heroic but I hope yours (Sarah's) wouldn't remain like this. I saw a part of me in you and I hope one day your story will earn a title and you'd become something you dream of. You're your own hero girl, good luck again.
OMG GUYS I FINALLY PUBLISHED A SHORT STORY! It's the first ever story I felt like I should publish on my blog because it can relate to most of us because we're bloggers. Have a read and let me know whatcha think. Can I be your next Areegreenrowling? Pliss?