Chapter 3: A Conversation

Has it ever crossed your mind what makes a writer a writer?

How other authors and writers became successful that they were marked down in history?

well, the thought of it still lingers in my mind.. what if I chose a different path that day?

The regret that I always feel deep inside my broken heart

what made you a writer they asked?

my answer has remained the same since then

was it worth it, they said?

my answer still remained the same.

as I answered these questions the whole world tuned in our conversation.

I lied.. I regret what I chose... It wasn't worth it. I said to myself

as the person right in front of me mouthered the words he asked, I calmly, ever so gently closed my eyes as my head moved back and forth.

not being able to resist the tiredness of our conversation I placed my Left arm on top of table and placed my left hand on my chin.

It's time for you're supporters to ask questions he said

one by one they rose from their seats and asked meaningless questions such as how do I write?

but one particular guy who caught my eye was a young boy who stood up from the back of the theatre He asked why did I become a writer?

I smiled and looked at the boy.. and so I answered.. you never know what life will give you for all the sacrifices I made, there was no going back. The thrill of expressing and writing your own stories through imaginative ideas, the joy of the adventure that what drives me to become a writer.

As I gently sat back to my seat, my life began to flash before me.. how I wonder if I ever meet the man whom I loved so dear, would he be willing to read the books I have made with sweat and blood?

As our conversations continue on, an hour of speaking felt like eternity...

VERSE 2

The days passed quickly, and the initial tension between me and the girl with raven hair had faded into the background of our daily routines. My interactions with my new friends, including Wingwi and Dani, had become a comfortable part of my school life. However, the girl from the first day lingered in my thoughts. I often wondered if I would ever get the chance to speak with her and resolve the lingering frustration I felt.

One afternoon, as I was chatting with Dani in the school courtyard, I noticed the girl with raven hair sitting alone at a nearby bench, reading a book. Her presence drew my attention, and I felt a mix of curiosity and apprehension. I glanced at Dani, who noticed my distraction.

"What's up?" Dani asked, following my gaze.

"Remember the girl from the first day? The one who bumped into me?" I replied.

Dani looked over and nodded. "Yeah, I remember. Why?"

"I think I should talk to her," I said, hesitating. "I need to clear the air."

Dani encouraged me with a nod. "Go for it. Sometimes, talking things out is the best way to resolve conflicts."

Taking a deep breath, I approached the girl. As I neared her bench, I noticed she had a calm and focused demeanor. I hesitated for a moment, then mustered the courage to speak.

"Hi," I said, trying to sound casual. "Do you have a minute?"

The girl looked up from her book, her expression shifting from surprise to curiosity. "Sure, what's up?"

I took a seat beside her, feeling slightly awkward. "I wanted to talk about the first day. You bumped into me, and I... well, I was pretty frustrated."

Her eyes widened slightly, and she nodded. "I remember. I'm sorry about that. I was in a rush and didn't see you."

I appreciated her straightforwardness. "I understand. It's just that it left me with a bad impression."

She looked thoughtful for a moment. "I get that. It wasn't my intention to cause trouble. I've been a bit distracted lately. My name's Elara, by the way."

"Ja," I replied, offering a smile. "Nice to meet you, Elara."

Elara returned the smile, and the tension between us began to ease. "So, how's your first week been? I know it can be overwhelming."

"It's been a mix of excitement and confusion," I admitted. "But I've been getting used to things."

We continued talking, and I found myself enjoying the conversation. Elara seemed genuine and easy to talk to, and our initial awkwardness gradually dissipated. We talked about classes, school activities, and our interests. I learned that Elara was passionate about literature and had a talent for drawing, while I shared my enthusiasm for science and technology.

As we talked, I realized that my frustration had been misplaced. Elara was not just the girl who bumped into me; she was a person with her own story and interests. Our conversation flowed naturally, and we discovered common interests that helped bridge the gap between us.

Before we knew it, the school bell rang, signaling the end of lunch break. Elara and I exchanged smiles, and she stood up to leave.

"It was nice talking to you, Ja," she said warmly. "I'm glad we cleared things up."

"Me too," I replied. "Let's catch up again sometime."

Elara nodded and walked away, her earlier aloofness replaced by a friendly demeanor. I returned to Dani and Wingwi, who had been waiting for me.

"How'd it go?" Dani asked, looking curious.

"It went well," I said, smiling. "We had a good talk and cleared things up."

Wingwi, who had been watching from a distance, gave me a thumbs-up. "Looks like things worked out."

I agreed, feeling a sense of relief and satisfaction. Elara and I had started as strangers with a misunderstanding, but we had taken the first step toward friendship. As the days went by, our interactions became more frequent, and I appreciated having her in my circle of friends.

ChatGP

In the following weeks, Elara and I continued to build on the conversation we'd had. Our paths crossed often in the hallways, and we'd exchange smiles and greetings. I found myself looking forward to these brief interactions, which gradually evolved into longer conversations about our classes, school life, and our hobbies.

One afternoon, after school, Elara and I met up in the library to work on an assignment together. She had suggested it, and I was keen to spend more time with her and learn more about her interests.

As we settled into a quiet corner of the library, I pulled out my notes, and Elara did the same. We began discussing the project at hand, but our conversation soon shifted to more personal topics.

"So, what got you into literature?" I asked, genuinely curious.

Elara glanced up from her book, a thoughtful expression on her face. "It's something I've always loved. My mom used to read to me when I was little, and I guess it just stuck. Plus, I love how books can transport you to different worlds."

"That sounds amazing," I said. "I've always been more into science and technology, but I can see the appeal of losing yourself in a good book."

Elara smiled. "Science is fascinating too. I've actually been trying to learn more about it. Maybe you can teach me some of the basics sometime."

I grinned. "I'd be happy to. And if you have any book recommendations, I'd love to hear them."

We spent the rest of the afternoon discussing our favorite books and movies, our conversation flowing effortlessly. As the library began to empty out, we packed up our things and decided to grab a coffee at a nearby café.

Sitting across from each other, sipping our drinks, we continued to chat about everything and nothing. The café's cozy atmosphere added to the ease of our conversation. I found myself enjoying Elara's company more than I had anticipated.

"You know," I said, looking around the café, "this place has a great vibe. It's nice to just relax and talk."

Elara nodded in agreement. "I love finding new spots like this. It's one of the best parts of discovering a new place."

As we finished our coffee, I realized how much I appreciated our newfound friendship. What had started as a frustrating encounter had blossomed into something meaningful. Elara's presence was becoming a valued part of my school experience.

Walking back to the school, we discussed our plans for the weekend. Elara suggested we visit a local book fair, and I agreed enthusiastically.

"That sounds like a great idea," I said. "I'd love to check it out."

Elara smiled. "Awesome! I think we'll find some great books and maybe even some cool science stuff."

The day ended with a sense of fulfillment and anticipation for what was to come. As I reflected on our time together, I felt grateful for the chance to get to know Elara better. We had navigated our initial misunderstanding and emerged as friends, and I was excited about the future moments we would share.

Elara and I continued to meet regularly, balancing our time between studying, exploring new interests, and simply enjoying each other's company. Our friendship grew stronger, and we learned to appreciate each other's unique perspectives. In the end, what started as a chance encounter had led to a lasting connection, and I couldn't have been happier about it.




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