He looked up at her every now and then. She barely noticed him. Or so he thought. He stole glances, hoping she’d smile just for him. But then he’d look away the moment their eyes met. And curse himself mentally the next second for not having held his gaze. “Woof,” he said, soft enough toContinue reading “Puppy Love.”
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Sleep – #25WordStory.
Sleep I scratched his ear, like he loved. My old dog sensed my tears, nuzzled me lovingly. The doctor laid him to sleep. Forever. I cried. Graciously Yours!
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.”
Rescued.
From the distant lands, Galloping on his horse, Came the knight of her dreams, Dusty and tired, A freshness in the soul, Heart bewitched, smile dazzling. Months ago, when they had first met, A city damsel, she was no match for him, A guard of the royals, Splendor befitted him, royalty trusted him, She aContinue reading “Rescued.”
Belong.
Stranded, lost, fumbling to find the way back, ‘Tis too dark to see, too lonely to ask, The way back to your heart, once that I called home, The grass, the road, the river, the shore, I cross it all in the hope that I will find you, The eyes moist, voice cracked, all IContinue reading “Belong.”
Blowing Off The Candle.
Birthdays – most love it, some dread it! Some feel wiser, others feel older. Some ignore it, some party harder than other days. If nothing else, a birthday heralds the announcement of completing yet another year on this wonderful planet! If I was on Mars, I’d currently be just 13! Be a Mercurian and I’d beContinue reading “Blowing Off The Candle.”
Life Notes #12.
As I took the microphone in my hand this time, I knew this wasn’t a rehearsal any longer. The day had arrived, the clock had struck. I expected butterflies but there weren’t any. Not even caterpillars! I spoke into the mike. My voice faltered. I looked at my co-host for the event. He assured me to go on.Continue reading “Life Notes #12.”
Breathe.
Her husband sat her down at the bed. She’d just taken a hot water bath. She placed her towel on her shoulder to soak up water from her wet hair. She inhaled deeply. This wasn’t the first time she had to answer the questions. This wouldn’t be the last. “How did it happen?” “What didContinue reading “Breathe.”
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.”
THE ADOPTED CHILD.
I sat alone in my new room. I’d tried calling up my parents but they were unreachable. Keeping the phone aside, I lay my head on the wall backing the bed. Outside in the living room, I could hear the other girls, both my age, my new flatmates, talking and laughing. I wanted to go out too,Continue reading “THE ADOPTED CHILD.”
Inking The Thinking. 