She stared blankly at the watch, each minute dragging longer than 60 seconds.
Every crevice, every corner, every inch of the room was mapped by her.
She curled to one side, scattering the books that lay on the bed.
Her mind was a jumble of thoughts, memories fighting each other to resurface.
Some would incite a cackle of laughter while some wet the pillow with a stream of hot tears.
Her phone seemed futile; the photos, a painful reminder of the past and the messages, empty words.
Her mind gradually numbed to the free falling tears and the watch blurred on the wall.
She lost the battle to her memories and gave into the chaos they brought.
As dawn stared into her face, she performed her daily routine like an automated robot.
The weekend had ceased, giving rise to another pretentious week.
She lathered a layer of make up, masking the secrets of turbulent days.
She stepped into the foyer plastering her well practiced smile, a bunch of emails welcomed her with open arms.
The loud beats of punjabi songs floated in the air and weekend stories filled her ears.
The distractions pushed away the memories back into their cage. Her laughter snapping the lock shut.
And in this chaos, she found peace.
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