Voldemort & Me

Hello people. Its Ashwin Muralidharan here.

Rewinding my life to unwind your time and mood. The cycle of a writer is connected by millions of tiny particles combined together like a chain. The more he pedals, the more it moves forward.

Replace cycle with a bioscope.

You have to roll the lever to move the frames. The crackling sounds of every rotation increases your excitement and anticipation for the motion picture. From the rapid movement of the reel, hundreds of single frames blend together to give birth to a beautiful story.

In my case, now am rolling my lever backwards. A torrent of thoughts brushed my brain buds when I was gazing at the crescent moon at almost odd time of the clock. This gave me a chance to realize some individualities about moon. Mesmerizing, attractive, artistic, magical and mystical. So are the characteristics of women. They are special and unique beings, casting intense enchantment that drives men rampant.

PHASE 1

Half past mid night, my twilight talks cluttered my vision to admire its beauty. The reflection on the pond took me back to my pocket dimension of witchcraft and wizardry. Now let me introduce you, Voldemort.

It’s going to be hard people, but try to forget everything you know about Voldemort.

Step into my dimension. Here Voldemort is the hero. Actually heroin to be precise. She is an amalgamation of elegance and excellence. Exactly before one year I met her in this dimension. With a grey robe and sharp expressions, she grabbed the spot light over her. Our introductions were a kind of injections, slowly seeping into my veins. Over a point of time, her smiles and answers turned into spells that froze me from going forward. The slow paced time, lively heart beats and nervous blood circulation composed a new level of harmony every time I met her.

You all might wonder, why I called her Voldemort.

Well, it’s about the nose. She has a small cute one. It turns red when she is angry and it goes blue when she is sad. I thought of Voldemort whenever I saw her nose. Days passed. Slowly, I did not know how react or respond to her. Response had a thought process behind it. Reactions are backed up by emotions. The output was always reactions.

Her inquisitive eyes, brain boggling statements and ambitious actions always kept me at the end of my seat. My dictionary had no more words to frame a sentence about her beauty. Her brain goes wider than sky and her attitude goes deeper than the sea. Like all young girls, even she had some qualities of gaining attention. Well, she automatically controlled the wandering sights and narrowed it towards her. I danced, played and even studied with her.

Sometimes I studied her too. WOW. She was an architectural marvel. But all beauty and brainy girls had some imperfections to stop their flow. But, this females imperfections made her more cute and attractive.

The next phase will tell you about our indulgence with each other.

PHASE 2

I guess you all remember the photosynthesis experiments we did in school. Even when we close a plant with carton box, the plant grows towards the hole where sunlight comes from. I was like a small light source or like a beacon which lightened her dark situations sometimes.

Well you all know my fate. I always had a huge gap between me and girls in my life. Even in my sweetest of dreams, desserts go in reverse- STRESSED. But luck knocked me once with a lethal combination.

Just like rose with spines.

I tried to hold this rose, which belonged to a different garden. Even the rose responded to me. When things were going little comfortably, our symphony went to a different level.

A new level with new location. With gentle talks and romantic ambience, we became a little close with our feeling. That was the last instance for both of us. The sinful indulgence grew as a guilt in both of us. It also gave me a strong side effect called crush or infatuation or love.

As always, the feelings inside me grew hard and became a burden. One day I threw it completely out of my dimension. The spell broke and Voldemort permanently left out of my life.

I don’t know, how I should call this phase.

Yes, it’s magic.

Magic is targeted deception. It gains our attention, and drags us closer and closer. When we get too close, it vanishes in thin air like nothing happened. Well, even she would have felt hard about me too. But I wish for her happiness with her guy. This fantasy will remain as a fantasy.

For the good of both of us, I wrapped this dimension into golden frames with a touch of antiquity and profundity.

I hope this bioscope show was interesting for you. If u have missed some fantasy moments in your life, just rewind and meet your Voldemort there. There is no one to stop you.

There might have been few glitches and stitches in this story, but a real story will never be flawless. Because it’s your story and your life. You can customize it any time.

Now peep out of your window, the moon is waiting for you.

Have a happy show.