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[an excerpt from previous chapter]

he looks down, I can see his black shoes crusted in mud falling off to the ground. He relieves up his tie, makes the dancing hair strand stay solid."We can be each other's Butterfly companion, can't we?".The waft of the vicinity has changed in a second that, it no more smells biriyani but like, of buds flowered in the desert.

The world has changed around me. And I'm not yet ready to accept it.

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# SHANE

The world around me has already obtained the change in me, since her arrival. She isn't replying anything, making her bristles stay back as she rubs her shoes on the floor. The black marbled table is reflecting the reaction on her face. Everything has changed in a way it wanted to be, but not Naira.

She is still the same, sensitive, overthinking, scared and I don't know how much more."hmm...you make friends only after getting known each other", as if she doesn't care she plucks her roti. Chew, I hear the sound of dripping sweat in her forehead, the brushing shoes, and shrugging shoulders.

"Free tomorrow, evening?", it wasn't planned but preplanned. I don't want to show my self-shock if such a word exists.

It's a surprise for me and her, both. I'm vexingly don't need her reply. I just want to run away. People say boy should take the initiative but, what if he is too vexed having taken one?. It is too early to call her for a date, my first time.

"5pm done. But do write me a poem, not flowers, not even icecreams. Nobody has ever written a poem for me nor any of my friends are a poet."

She surprises me every time with one tool that I should be surprising her with. I don't know, maybe she goes wild or crazy or weird or loved or unloved or breaking down by reading those 100+ poetries I have written for her.
"It will be an honor to do so, my lady."

With a gale of laughter, passing along with the clouds, the lunch is done.

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Second, by a second, I'm thinking of tomorrow. Mom has been asking me numerous times about my drama in front of the mirror. The problem isn't that I'm talking in front of the mirror, but it has been injected that the only girl does that. I believe such a thing doesn't exist.
Men thing.Woman thing.
Boy thing.Girl thing.
If God were to create like in a partition as a girl and boy, there would be no one called as human.
He created human beings of different genres, not girls and boys or men or women.black or white.rich or poor.
I continue.

Things to take care of:
On 10th November 2020,5pm.
1.I look weird when my shoulders are being lowered.
2.Hairs look good when falls into the forehead.
3.Dark colored t-shirt.
4.fill every microsecond of silence.
5.looksgood smiling showcasing my perfect teeth.
6.girls don't like torn jeans, especially my girl
7.stay being poetic [plus point].
8.dont Bragg.[minus point].
9.hair being irone[ is a minus point.]

Done.writing done.action left

Euphoria, being getting set up.I smile, cause she said yes.Squeeze my hands, cause it's her.I jump because I think I can bring her to my butterfly world.

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NAIRA.

Thinking done. Except it nothing done.

There is an utter shock in me being asked out for a date as well as me saying yes+poetry. I hate reading it but love someone writing for me. I have always wondered what it likes to be me in someone else's words. Left the idea as no chance of occurrence. It might happen, it might not.I'm not drawn about the attire, but about my own reactions and words, I'm going to utter. 

The future isn't in my hands, being an over-thinker I'm worried about the type of cloud that will arrive on the date. Type of people around us.colour.Food.and so on.

10 am.Sleeplessness.Worriedness.A lot to think.

Why am I always occupied?.

"Looking forward to the date =]".

He pops up.I pop into the bed having another text message from Jessica at the same time."Serious, ASAP, come through the window. Can't wait till early morning. I may not be alive."--------------------

YES YES YES!!!!!!!!

so im back like a ...like a..hmm..the way i have been.

so glad to be back with the same inpiration i had long before.and i know this chapter is too short,apologies,but can expect next update early,In Sha Allah.

and i have tried to make the words simpler as that,i havent used much of the words i have learnt recently,as i got many dms asking not to.lol.they find tougher,and my sister,cousin one ,Thachi [just 13 Y\O]loves to read my works,atleast for her,i making it much simpler.What do you think?

do yu like better like this?

or,

let me use new words?.

NOTE FOR THE DAY:

if you finds someone's art,writings,words or even the way they speak or the way they respect others or the way they smile so adorable or touching or making you smile,let it be anything that just make sure you appreciate the person.You may not know what they are going though and your appreciation or a good feedback can bring the hope and motivation back in 'em.

my lovlelies,dont forget to appreciate your pals today.