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1- A New ray of hope; a new beginning!


He rejoins the art class. There were a few students there, none of whom he recognized. There was one oddity among the peeps of the class. She was someone who’d he notice from far away. She had a hood and an earphone on. She barely talked and focused fully on her sketch. 
‘wait why am I ignoring the person I like????” was her thought. Rakshya thought back as soon as Aryan left her alone. After the class ended she rushed to him. “you are Aryan right???” “yes! What about it?” you are a infamous here and I feel so privileged to be in the same class as you!” “wait I have seen you before haven’t I?” “prolly! Why?” “nothing much. just thought that you looked familiar”
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#391
he wrote…after four freaking months of just disappearing and vanishing out into thin air, he finally writes. I searched for him in our college (which was really a subliminal act for me) but no one knew where he had gone. ‘m hoping that he’ll make his entry in college soon but a first sign of life from him… he is fine, at least fine enough to write. Damn that gives me so much relief. The breaking news is he is in the same art class as me. DAYUM luck madapuka.
Anyway peace out”
-HALO
The days started to roll in the similar pattern. He woke up, did his work and went to class and after that he met with his friends. Seeing Shrisha happy with Sacar was a little heart ache for him but as long as she was happy he didn’t had anything to complain to.
One particular day he just happened to be chatting with his now new found friend, the only one who talked poetry; Rakshya. They somehow made a plan to met outside the class and just happened to be talking sketches and poetry when she said “I am the darkness, I am the night, I am obscure halo”
‘ wait!!! I’ve heard this somewhere before. I said the same thing to Shrisha’ he thought and did the same thing that she did to him about a year and half back.      
Aryan looked deep into Rakshya’s eyes and spoke “I know that you’ve been in the darkness for quite a while. I know that you feel like there’s nothing in this world for you except darkness but listen to me. I will be your last pinch of hope. Gimme your hand will ya?” Rakshya gave him her hand. He took it with the grace that he had recently developed and pinched the backside of her hands and spoke again “I will be your pinch of hope and I promise to be your last pinch of hope from your darkness and deepest depth to your brightest day. I know that it’s hard for you to see the light but when you’ve been in the darkness for as long as you have you can see even the slightest ray of hope. So I will be that ray of hope for you” Aryan held her hand and pulled her up and gave her a tight hug. “I will hold on to that idiot I have  made the first step. ” he added a whisper in the end. That last line, those last words were not meant for Rakshya but he said it to himself for the most part.
“Wait who is this idiot?” Rakshya asked surprised. “it’s me!” he replied
*ring ring* *ring ring*
his cell phone rings the first thing the other morning. It was Sacar. “thank you” he said “anything for you brother” he replies and cuts down the call.

- Yakaa: Jujaan

((Yes! come to me moi childs, kuro senpai is back again with another chapter . Enjoy minna. :)
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(i'd leave link to my popems here but Me dumbass has not writen nay poems afte the last one so... still of you want to check the out., you can click any of my past few chapters to check for the links. ;P enjoy for now and wait for ze next chapters. Mr. Yakaa: Jujaan out. )
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