As my breathing turned laborious with every tick of the smallest hand on the clock, the touch of the metal felt colder against my burning toes. I had wound up in a hospital bed after 87 rounds around the Sun, give or take a few, depending upon my father’s memory. I tried to move myContinue reading “Wrinkles.”
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Hope.
What keeps you going on the less happy days? What keeps you from letting one night turn into yet another morning? What pushes you to breathe one more time even though it pains every time? The belief in God – whatever your religion may be, wherever your faith lies? Or is it destiny? Or karmaContinue reading “Hope.”
Forever?
I’d lie if I said you had me at hello, but once you had my attention, dear fellow, there was no looking back. I waited for you all day long and it was only by the night that you came – in my dreams. I stuttered when I spoke to you, flushed when I spokeContinue reading “Forever?”
From home to away.
A week off from work means going home and then away from home again. Home always is special but the day, when thanks to tech advancement, you are in both cities on the same day, when you leave home in the morning and are away by evening in another city, is the day the starkContinue reading “From home to away.”
Hurt.
As he watched her walk away, he muttered abuses under his breath. As she walked farther, his voice became louder, hurling out the abuses loud now. It made him angry and unlike her, anger did not make him cry. Anger took him away from the pain, it made him feel in charge. He was noContinue reading “Hurt.”
Pause.
As he laid back in his chair, heat exuding from his ears, he looked up at the fan. It wasn’t moving. The surface of the fan gleamed due to the light. He was having trouble breathing. He could feel his ears turning red. He rubbed his chest. The silence in his cabin was pounding atContinue reading “Pause.”
Nostalgia.
As I stood by the the window of the balcony, my nose was pressed to it, my breath frosting the glass around my lips, I saw the winds outside swirling, droplets of water being bullied into submission, lights from the night lamps streaming through the air, making the paths of water borne air above theContinue reading “Nostalgia.”
Six Word Story #11
And the six word story series is back! Closure is overrated. Reopened wounds bleed. Graciously Yours! P.S. : What should be the next six word story? Give me words! I’ll pick up themes!
The Rose.
“Ouch,” she uttered, pulling back her finger from the rose stem. A thorn had pricked her and a drop of blood lay on her finger, perfectly placed like it always belonged there. She smiled. “Got yourself another prick, did you now?” her husband asked, as he sat in the hall, immersed in the morning’s papersContinue reading “The Rose.”
Lost and Found.
He was rummaging through old letters his deceased wife had written him during a long marriage and before. He also found his first and only Valentine Day card from thirty years ago. Tears welled his eyes immediately when he read and re-read the sender’s name etched in crayons. He called her. This would be hisContinue reading “Lost and Found.”
Inking The Thinking. 