THE GIFTED SERIES, How a smooth life can be ruined!!!

Life is all about wishing it to be smooth and peaceful. But have we ever imagined how it feels to be driving on a smooth bump-free road without any traffic?
It certainly is addicting with no obstacles or any kind of hindrances. Driving your vehicle in full acceleration worrying less about anything, getting reckless to the point of extreme carelessness, taking loads of risk and feeling on the top of the world where no one could possibly overtake you. All we do is put our complete trust on the treacherous base. This long winding smooth road of carelessness if ever shows indecency, u could loose everything you had!
But on the contrary, a bumpy and annoyingly damaged road promises lasting safety! Sounds silly but we all turn too careful when driving on such a base, cursing all the time, tired and irritated, yet slow and careful trying hard to protect what we behold. Once the road ends on the destiny, it gives you ample of reasons to cherish what you got due to the hardships.
Our life is humorously alike!! 
THE GIFTED SERIES proves the point to some extend in the shape of a simple lady who had been totally lucky to find a smooth road to life. But the smoothness somehow bores her as it serves less adventure or any kind of novelty. What if the smoothness changes into lasting damages that are hard to mend? Could that be summoned as a blessing for her, as she believes it to be?
A woman is the most difficult species to read. Her hunger to experience everything in one life sometimes leads to strange complications that turn non mend-able. All she feels is to keep those broken pieces protected, but prefers them to be scattered at the same time. 
THE GIFTED SERIES, BOOK ONE- THE GIFTED ANALOGY, opens a loophole into such a situation when she lives a perfect life of serenity but hungers to lure trouble inside. Her magnetism towards a long lost damage makes her face the greatest dilemma of her life. Sometimes we have to embrace the reason that could possibly shatter the peace in our lives and we willingly let that happen and watch things falling into pieces. But we still feel hopeful to get some way out without loosing anything that we love!! In the social language it may be marked as the stigma called "An Extra Marital Affair", but those who fall into it feel its heavenly and not cheating. Can we recall it as a blind love or a deal done blindly to ruin everything that stands in perfection?

THE GIFTED ANALOGY ( A Peek into Chapter Three)

The window opened to the backyard of the house. When I looked away in the backyard, I found an image standing in the shadow. I jerked in fear, but tried to look harder. He was about 6 feet tall, lean with a good physique. The figure was just standing there and it seemed he was looking directly towards the window.

I turned to Aunt Anna who smiled at me and told me to go to sleep. I looked back outside the window, but I could see no one around, just the loneliness of the night. I shook my head, turned off the lights, and went to my room.

I tried to sleep but something was bothering me. Who was there in the backyard? I tried to recall the physical appearance but could not make anything out. Fear started clouding my mind. What if he was a thief or a killer! I shivered with the thought. The large window of my room was open. I thought it might not be a good idea to keep it open. I gathered courage to reach to the window to close it. It faced the front yard and the street. I glanced out and it was then when I saw him.

He was the same man who saved me in the morning; and I was dead sure that he was the same fellow who was staring at me in the supermarket.

He was standing outside the gate of the house, in the street. The street lamp threw light on his image directly. It seemed as if he was being highlighted by a flashlight in a stage show. The tall muscular body, leaning on the side with his arms folded in front of his chest. It seemed as if he was posing for a modeling photo shoot. He was looking directly through my window at me. Although the distance between us was measurable, but I felt as if I could read his grey eyes which were staring at me intensely. They spoke a language of their own. I couldn’t help but stare back at them. I didn’t know why but I was blushing instead of screaming.

He gave out his most charming smile and turned to walk away. I simply leaned by the window frame, too confused and surprised, wondering what was all this about.

It was, technically, my first day in Angelston and I had met this strange man thrice. No, not met. I met him just once, this morning. After that, it seemed as if he had been chasing me. But why would he? He didn’t look like a psycho, or a killer, or kidnapper; then what did he want from me?

I decided that if I saw him again, I would definitely talk and ask what his problem was.