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“Spam is a piece of crap trying to mess with you”, says Emily. Riana trying to clean the black eye pencil spooked around her eyes after crying for an eternity throws a thrashing glance to Emily through the mirror and Emily knew that it was a good option to stop babbling for that moment. Riana pushed the dressing stool aside as she got up to grab some more tissues and realized that there were no more in the cardboard box. “WHY ONLY ME??”, screams Riana with all the oxygen in her lungs and threw herself beside Emily in the bed.
“Sissy, life is the name to MOVE ON!”, cheerfully exclaims Emily but Riana is too tired to make the next move when all the disappointments have to hit the shores of her heart at one time. She was feeling miserably hollow as the vicious circle on the internet had destroyed her small world of passion, the world of her thoughts, the world where she escaped the reality, the world where she met people with her choice, a world where she was a celebrity in herself, a world which was imperfectly perfect for her – THE SUBTERRANEAN WORLD.
A bunch of damned spammers have had her account hacked and whenever she wished to log in, the message “INVALID USER ID OR PASSWORD” popped in breaking her heart every time she saw the same message on her laptop’s screen. The very first time she saw this message, she thought it was an alarm bell for her to change her old laptop as the keys of the keyboard are too retarded to type in her correct password. Trying about for over a couple of times she logged in through her i-phone and then through the desktop computer, hence the same message at three different receiving sources was a sign of a PROBLEM! Without her knowing, her world was hijacked – this certainly was a heart attack for her.
She wrote to the organizers and the team of the hosting site but all they responded was that the reported blog is deleted and if she wishes to continue her passion, she needs to start all over again. This was more disappointing as now there was no end to this lasting doom – the construction of a new world was not an easy task when all her mind recalled was her old world, the world she has built with dreams, love and all her desires.
One wonderful side of this entire trauma was that whether it was raining or thunder storming, her world was never away from her as she still received e-mails from the people who comprised her world. They were the one acting like the energy boosters who took her as high as a parachute and this love-parachute was not coming down instead going high and high up in the sky where ultimately with their encouragement and support she promised to make a great come-back.
Hello Everybody! Naima is back with a new world to rock on! Thank you so much for the over whelming support and cooperation throughout. Special thanks to Rahul (http://iamrahulashok.wordpress.com/), Preety(http://unpredictablepreety.wordpress.com/) and Donald(http://throughwiresinpoetics.wordpress.com/) – the three inspirations that are responsible for bringing me back with a positive spirit, thank you so much to all the readers who kept an intact contact with me through mailbox. Love you all. Stay Blessed. Amen.
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