In Seventh Heaven

By Viveka .K.D

collage of Life is a meticulously selected
and thoughtfully curated collection of literary works, each one chosen to showcase the unique experiences, perspectives, and diverse backgrounds of every author. The pieces within this book have been carefully arranged to create a captivating and inspiring collage of life, designed to take readers on a journey through a wide range of emotions and experiences.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Spectrum of Thought
• Release date: Apr 24, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224724925

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DISCLAIMER

The writers have beautifully depicted their heartfelt emotions through their write-ups and they have given their words that the write-ups are free from plagiarism. So, if any plagiarism is detected in the book neither the publishing house nor the compiler will be responsible.

Contents

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SILPA S.

His Ford Mustang

Sriharshetha AS

A Trip To Happiness Happiness.....

SUGANYA R

Happy moments of my life

Ashikha Abuthakir.

A flowery tale -Ashikha

My Boat And The Setting Sun -Askikha

Dhandapani

Perception: Disposition: Indecision - A Sonnet

தாசியே! உன் கணவன் பரமன்

மூன்றாம் மனிதர்கள்

Nafila

Honey bee

Nandhini

WHO ARE YOU?

SWEET OR TOO SWEET?

Nivetha

Director of a ‘Day’

S-Tress

You are my Except

Mahalakshmi

AMSA PRABAHARAN

HAPPY MOMENTS OF LIFE

Sivalini. A. P

My last poem

HIMADRI SHEKHAR DUTTA

MY FIRST DAY -  Himadri Shekhar

Matangi .R

Mirza Kousar J

BUTTERFLY

SER FELIZ(BE HAPPY)

Contigo(With You)

Pramila

HAPPIEST JOURNEY OF MY FINAL YEAR

Evangeline Vincy. T,

A Rainy day in a Student’s Life

THE WINTER IS LIKE ...

HOLIDAYS

KEERTHANA

SOUL RECOGNISED

VINI JACOB

உன் ஞாபகம்

THE DEATH SPEAKS

V Lordu Catherine

The Man  and his struggles

Swasthica

SAY NO TO DRUGS

MY TEARS

MISS YOU

J. Sumithra Devi

SILPA S.

Silpa S. Pursuing II year BA English Literature at Nirmala College for Women, Coimbatore Add: Heavenly Homes Villa, Tripunithura, Kochi - 682301 Mail ID : [e-mail]

His Ford Mustang

I still remember that night.

It was raining outside and he wasn’t home. I stood in our balcony, staring into nothingness. My body ached and my sore eyes were wet. Droplets of rain water splashed on my wrinkled cheeks and on my tired hands that rested on the palisade. I was thinking a lot, but I couldn’t remember what I was thinking about. At some moment, I heard one of the room’s doors getting opened, the luggage being rolled out and I turned back to look at the living room. My daughter stood there, my grandson continued rolling the luggage to the end of the living room.

Mamma, she started moving towards me, I know how hard it will be for you, but, I know you are strong. Pappa always used to tell me to be a strong girl like you. I know you will come out of this soon and get back to writing.

She hugged me tight and kissed my cheeks. Our flight is at 11:30 PM. We should get going. I love you, mamma.

I nodded.

Baby, come say bye-bye to grandma." The next moment, my apartment was empty and dark and I watched my daughter along with her son, getting into an Ola cab and waving me goodbye. I stood there till I was almost drenched. I shivered, my mind went wild over the things that awaited me in the future but my heart refused to come to the present; it was still struggling in vain to absorb the things that happened three days ago. It was just....impossible. How could it happen? We never talked about situations like this! I was never prepared for this! How could he leave me alone, just like that? Was it that easy for him? Where is he now? When will I meet him again? Will things ever be the same between us? A tear rolled down my cheeks. I breathed heavily. I felt scared. I was scared. Life scared me; the days that awaited me, scared me. I was all by myself in our four-bedroom-apartment. Suddenly, I heard a horn and it broke my chain of thoughts. I shifted my gaze to the main gates of our apartment building. It was a black Ford Mustang; it was his car! He was back? For that one moment, I felt all the joy in the world that I had lost in those past three days. He drove into the car porch and I heard the engine getting turned off and he closed his car door. I waited for him to get into the lift, come up to the sixth floor, remove his shoes and keep them safe inside the shoe rack and walk right into our apartment balcony to hug me from behind. I waited for him to say sorry first; to say sorry because he left me. He doesn’t have the right to do