I could see the flames of fire leaping in his eyes. The hungry flames leapt higher trying to fly away with the winds to destinations unknown, on journeys more romantic. The gleaming eyes sent a chill down my spine even as the heat from the flames was making me swelter. I walked away from the man quivering, his words repeatedly playing in my mind. “I will burn you like those leaves if you ever see that boyfriend of yours again. I’ll forget you’re my wife.”
He fumbled in his pant pocket. Nothing but a kerchief. Coat pocket. A gum wrapper. Irritated, he threw it away. Inner coat pocket. He found a stick finally! Wiping his brow, he keep his kerchief in his pant pocket again. He lit a match. He saw the flames lick the lips of the stick. The orange embers lit up the stick. He took a drag! Leaning against the pole, he let out the smoke. He felt his anxiety slipping away finally.
She lit the stove. Blue flames leapt up. She kept the match box aside. Placing a pan on the stove, she added a little oil to be heated. Her son was coming back after a good, long six months! He had called her this morning and told her. She wanted to make his favourite food – at least one of it. A trickle of sweat ran down her neck. It was getting hot in here. The Sun was scorching outside. She wished her one room house had a fan that worked.
They stood together in front of the corn cob seller’s stove. Time had wrinkled their skin, but couldn’t wane their love. Thirty seven years ago, when they’d gone out on their first date, a roasted corn cob was all he could buy her. Thirty seven years later, when he could afford to give her so much, she still wanted to celebrate with just a roasted corn cob and him. “It reminds me of where we actually come from,” she says. The air was chilly. She pulled her shawl tighter. The seller saw her movement too. He silently squatted on the ground and continued roasting and pushed his chair towards the lady. She sat on it and warmed her hands from the heat of the bright and shining coals as her husband lovingly looked on.
Graciously Yours!
P.S.: Would any one of you be gracious enough to come up with another word I can work on?
Rain
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Coincidentally, it is raining here right now!! After days and days of fiery sunshine 😉 Thank you! 😀
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The post on rain is ready! I hope I’ve lived upto your expectations! *Fingers crossed*
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I loved how you describe all the tails. .
They all depicted different story, right?
Pardon me if I am wrong :p
Can you write on infatuation? ? 🙂
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Yes, Izza they’re all different stories. You got it perfectly right! And thank you 🙂 infatuation is challenging! I’d definitely try it 🙂
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This is really nice. Can’t be an easy task!
I’ve been thinking, it would be interesting to read your ideas on the word ‘sacrifice’…
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Thank you so much! 🙂
And sacrifice… Very thoughtful! 🙂 I have to try this!
Thank you for stopping.
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You’re very welcome 🙂 Look forward to your next challenge!
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I’m looking forward to it too! Just as soon as I get time 🙂
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Hi! The latest post is now on ‘sacrifice’. Thank you once again for your suggestion! I loved doing this one 🙂 I hope you like it too!
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Wow, Aditi! You’ve wrote lovely stories on fire. Couldn’t have thought so much to it. 🙂
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Thank you, Archita! That’s really sweet of you to say 🙂
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Actually creating ideas and then penning them down so beautifully – is it possible? Amazing is word not enough for this. You left me in awe of this 😀
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Aww! Thank you so much! Yes, it is very much possible 🙂 Try it someday.
Surprisingly, you’re too awed to suggest a new word 😛
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Haha I saw the above comments and noticed you already have got a few words. So thought it would be best to keep some pressure off the already filled brain of yours 😉
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Thank you for the concern 😉
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Anytime 😛
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sea?
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Sounds interesting! I’ll surely take it up ASAP 🙂 Thank you!
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Wow. This is so good. This tells simple petty things constitute the most of the life. Small things count at the end. I would like to read on if you can write something on topic, hope. A light of hope, an array of hope.. Something like that .. 🙂
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I would love to Jackie! I’ll come up with something on Hope as soon as it’s possible.
Thank you for absorbing what I was trying to convey and for leaving a comment. Felt good reading it 🙂
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Thank you so much.. 🙂 It’s my pleasure..
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Starry Night
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