https://www.online-literature.com/forums/blog.php?9092-Stella The largest classic literature discussion forum on the Internet. Read Write Teach Share. en Fri, 05 Jun 2026 02:07:14 GMT vBulletin 10 https://www.online-literature.com/forums/images/misc/rss.jpg https://www.online-literature.com/forums/blog.php?9092-Stella https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?337-smilingtearz-s-Blog Thu, 01 Feb 2007 12:33:21 GMT She drew her chair closer to mine, and opened the album... the first page had a picture in the center of the page, a family photo... how many people... She drew her chair closer to mine, and opened the album... the first page had a picture in the center of the page, a family photo... how many people it? four...
She didn't look up, softly said pointing to the people in the picture, "My mom, my dad, my younger sister and that's me...
They all looked happy... smiling faces.
"I Love my family... I miss them..."
I didn't know what to say or how to respond, i couldn't understand... where was her family! What happened? A lot of questions came to me, but i knew it wasn't the time to ask... i knew i had to be patient and wait for her to start speaking and i'd get my answers..
She swept her fingers across the photograph silently and looked up, and this time there wasn't any veiling of expressions... i saw it.. her eyes, they held a troubled expression... the kinds that make you pray inside your head to the almighty that the other person be alright, that make you wonder what it could be...

She turned the page... a couple, newly married...
The young lady had a pretty face and an enchanting smile, black long hair and expressive eyes, dusky complexion and the mole on her chin made her look prettier... and she bore such an amazing resemblance to Stella only if she were also smiling...

"That's my mother... And that," she said pointing to the fine young man, "...is my father", She stopped to take a breath and continued, "They moved in... ]]> smilingtearz https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?337-smilingtearz-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?334-smilingtearz-s-Blog Wed, 31 Jan 2007 19:14:54 GMT I was waiting for her to return, meanwhile I sat in my chair and looked around the living room, beautifully done, a shade of peach and the orange... I was waiting for her to return, meanwhile I sat in my chair and looked around the living room, beautifully done, a shade of peach and the orange lights gave it the effect of a sunset… the scanty but bright furniture and the maroon carpet on the floor made the room look redder. The small round dining table with just four chairs around it was where I was sitting… the white china cups were simple but looked expensive. I looked out of the big glass window-wall the only but sufficient source of natural light into the room, the window looked onto a big park where children played…
While I watched the little girls waiting for their turn on the swings, Stella came out of the room with a huge red book in her hand. She sat down again on the same chair, made enough place on the table to keep the book, which by now, I had realized was a photo-album… ]]> smilingtearz https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?334-smilingtearz-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?330-smilingtearz-s-Blog Tue, 30 Jan 2007 17:13:45 GMT She smiled, got up and walked towards her bedroom without saying a thing. Stella entered the room; everything was in place like always. A room... She smiled, got up and walked towards her bedroom without saying a thing.

Stella entered the room; everything was in place like always. A room with three walls painted navy blue and white on the roof, the fourth wall covered with a big mirror made the room look bigger than it actually was. Against the wall that faced the mirror was a double bed with three white pillows at the head, the white bed sheet properly spread and tucked in the corners, a blanket folded into half and covered half of the bed, and the two stuffed toy puppies on either side of the bed made it her favorite place in the three roomed apartment that she owned. The bed was right next to a window as wide as the length of the bed, curtains the same shade of the walls with silver lace and ribbons on the side, made the room look royal. A black guitar leaned against the wall in a corner. A small corner table right next to the bed had a little white lampshade and beside it was a beautiful photo frame in crystal with an old family photograph in it. The adjacent wall had a teak cupboard. She opened the cupboard; clothes, washed and ironed, were neatly piled up in the shelves. At the bottom of the cupboard were three drawers; she reached down to the one in the middle and pulled it put. Stella was very particular with her things; she knew where what was kept. She pulled what she had come into the room for, closed the drawer, closed the cupboard, and turned around to look at the silver clock that hung between two paintings, one of Napoleon Bonaparte and his horse and the other a landscape, on the opposite wall. The clock ran 15 minutes faster than the actual time, that’s the way she’d always kept it, the way her mother had taught her. The clock had been a gift from one of her close friends when she’d left to move in to where she was now living, real silver with a blue face and silver hands, matched perfectly with the room... ]]> smilingtearz https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?330-smilingtearz-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?324-smilingtearz-s-Blog Mon, 29 Jan 2007 16:53:05 GMT Over a cup of tea one evening at Stella’s place I asked her about her family. We had discussed a lot, about various things, but never really about... Over a cup of tea one evening at Stella’s place I asked her about her family. We had discussed a lot, about various things, but never really about her family.
She fell quiet for a minute or two, sighed and said, “It’s a long story…”
Was I imagining a momentary dazed look in her eyes? If I was not, then she was quick enough to veil it behind an intelligent firm expression on her face.

A long pause after that left me wondering what to say next. I tried giving her a look that would tell her that I was willing to sit and listen to the story no matter how long it was. But all that came out was “Hmmm…” and a slight nod.
She smiled… ]]> smilingtearz https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?324-smilingtearz-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?321-smilingtearz-s-Blog Sun, 28 Jan 2007 10:15:43 GMT Stella 27, a journalist also works as a social activist supporting women's rights and fighting against sexual harassment and assault on women. She's happy the way she is, single, lives alone in an apartment, does not plan to marry. I met her at a gathering, a friend introduced us and gradually we became friends, very good friends infact. She invited me to the meetings her group had, i found her to be an amazing orator, a strong woman and her words were such that they'd leave you thinking forever. There were times when she suddenly went silent over some question that people would ask her... ]]> smilingtearz https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?321-smilingtearz-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?2149-smilingtearz-s-Blog Thu, 02 Nov 2006 21:41:18 GMT She Wept, She cried… She felt impure… A wound inflicted… It had no cure… She knew not what to, She Wept, She cried…

She felt impure…

A wound inflicted…

It had no cure…

She knew not what to,

Say or do…

She could not start

Her life anew…

She said all through

Her helpless cries

No hope left…

In her tearless eyes…

She felt as if she’d,

Lost the race…

Fear and sadness,

Swept her face

Who'd know the value

of her dried up tears?

Who’d hear her silence?

Lend patient ears…

They all knew but to sneer and say…

“She asked for it and got her way!”

All they did was stare and gape

But could someone ask for a rape? ]]> smilingtearz https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?2149-smilingtearz-s-Blog https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?1437-smilingtearz-s-Blog Thu, 02 Nov 2006 21:41:18 GMT She Wept, She cried… She felt impure… A wound inflicted… It had no cure… She knew not what to, She Wept, She cried…

She felt impure…

A wound inflicted…

It had no cure…

She knew not what to,

Say or do…

She could not start

Her life anew…

She said all through

Her helpless cries

No hope left…

In her tearless eyes…

She felt as if she’d,

Lost the race…

Fear and sadness,

Swept her face

Who'd know the value

of her dried up tears?

Who’d hear her silence?

Lend patient ears…

They all knew but to sneer and say…

“She asked for it and got her way!”

All they did was stare and gape

But could someone ask for a rape? ]]> smilingtearz https://www.online-literature.com/forums/entry.php?1437-smilingtearz-s-Blog