Busy Loving

An apple of an eye

“My whole life, I've always rooted for you Vin.” She was the only one who referred to me with that title, knowing how much I liked it.

Met her while she was a clever person. She always does amazing things.

How could I fail to know, yet I knew how exactly things would turn out.

“Come on dear,” my comfort would show me some love, “let's go for a walk.”

It took me to one of the places I had never known that existed, until I opened my eyes.

“Look, all these !!” She said while pointing at them.

A hall filled with people who are mentally abled differently, Psych Unit to be precise.

Her next statement would now be the punchline,

“Many people here are completely normal. But entangled in their own abnormality. A mind is an ungrateful extravagant extra opinion manipulated. That's why we have to reason our consciousness. I believe that one day these people are going to find the justice they are looking for, justice for the heart.”

And just by that, I had learnt a lifetime.

Lesson that our lives are always in our hands. There must be a person who's always above everything, but beneath us, we've got a responsibility, a task known well to us.

The most proper decisions are right in front of us and an intriguing mind is always a happy one.

“I love you Vincent, I've Loved from that every single day I set my eyes on you.”

… Marking a celebration of victory for a divorce, the billionaire had this big upcoming celebration where thousands of millions of dollars were spent for nothing.

I remember him telling Nesty that he was a careless man and would tell by the way he would shower him gifts uncontrollably, yet on our side life became more than tough, especially when a calamity came to harm.

A year went down and challenged me with a hardship I had never experienced.

What happens when life takes a knock at your door at a point when you have got nothing to offer, not even a shortcut?

So Nicola and I knew every true definition of a struggle, having passed through one corner to another of total indomitable injustice. Such is life.

All this had happened when I realized that I had not only lost a partner as part of me, but myself too. Since she had taken all I had through the divorce and kept it all to herself.

Nicola was supportive for the first few months. However, when corruption kicked in like a wildfire, she was the first one to be sacked. An angel like her done that worse only proved what a wicked world we are living in.

“Carmalo Contez!” she suggested.

“What about him?” I asked.

“Come on Vincent, it's now been over two years and I still can't believe that you haven't gotten over it!!”

She was well aware of our history.

It wasn't a good one, something I blamed Carmalo for. He definitely started all these.

This Carmalo Contez of a person was a childhood bully who never wanted me to be associated with my sister.

The sister was none other than the person I'm talking to right now.Nicola is the unique one, or rather a queen.

She was so special for making friends turn into the most bitter enemy.

All because they loved her dearly.

After noticing her devoted attention to me, the man sailed west and that was the last time we ever heard of him.

Who would ever know that a time would come when we would ever sail the same direction in search of a sweet enemy?

Well, what do we call all this??

Our journey to the West Side was no ordinary one, enjoying all the sea breezes and non-compelling atmosphere, from the sunny beaches to the Sandy beaches, hitting the tourists so hard onto that perfect shape of curves.

What more could possibly define perfection?

The journey was now interestingly over after realizing a knock on his door,

“Knock!!” And patiently wait for Carmalo Contez to open it up.

“Carmalo Contez, how can I be of your service, sir?” the man, not him, said.

Realized he was kidn*pped and never the same.

Nesty and his spouse did this and stole his idea.

“Excuse me Mr. But we are looking for one Carmalo Contez.” Nicola insisted on smelling a rat.

“Carmalo Contez!!!” She shouted upon noting the man standing there freezed like a flag post.

I had to be the man of the hour and try to calm Nicola down since her patience was

no longer in question.

Then I would angrily watch him sneaking deep into his waist in search of a g*n which was already gone. Guess who had earlier noticed and gotten rid of it?

I guess a rat is seen when you notice one. I mean, the man looked nasty from the very first time I set my eyes upon him.

“Hands on the ground!! "And try not to say a word!!!” I commanded, using the same weapon against him.

“Now tell us where Carmalo Contez is!??”

Suddenly, we all heard a movement from the inside, with a weak cry,

“Help me siz!!” He begged.