Thursday, 16 July 2015
The day was boring, filling moments with gloom. Quietly sitting by the window he watched the world pass by.
Hurrying, halting, stumbling, racing but never quitting.
Ignoring the dark, lonely paths life has to move on with unstoppable spirit and unimaginable bravery even though it goes unnoticed most of the times.
So, he too stepped out, to match his steps along with the world, daring the scorching heat remembering his favorite lines from an old school book “ Adapt or Perish”.
Tuesday, 7 July 2015
It as dark by the time I returned.
Tired and exhausted I literally collapsed on the sofa even before turning on the lights.
But my relaxing mode was short lived when sound of utensils falling reverberated in the house , forming sweat drops on my forehead.
Taking cautious steps I switched on the light and opened the main door again getting prepared to face the intruder.
And that’s when a soft furry feel caressed my toes, staring straight into my eyes, the house owner's kitten, as if clarifying it wasn’t him but the hunger which was the real thief.
Linking up the post with Five Sentence Fiction - Thief
Saturday, 4 July 2015
She had gotten married early. Circumstances demanded that.
It didn’t give her much scope to pursue higher education.
Though she started working but wasn’t satisfied with her work profile.
I could always feel the discontent in her voice. That’s when I had suggested her to read and also write.
She had laughed at my advice in the beginning. But then with slow and steady steps she ventured into this amazing world of writing.
Basking in it’s aura.
Feeling it’s warmth.
Getting lost in it’s vastness.
But never complaining.
As writing introduced her to a world full of surprises and excitement.
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Prompt : Write about a time you gave someone good advice about writing and/or blogging.
Thursday, 2 July 2015
It burned bright, incinerated, set ablaze my whole existence and rekindled my sunken thoughts.
The dark brown photo frame on the wooden bedside table wasn’t actually blank though it appeared so, as it's your picture that it was waiting for to cling on.
Mystifying, it felt at first in the initial days when I had shifted to this new place alone, far from my past tie ups breaking shackles that grasped me.
Little did I know, it was you who had pulled me, again, my twin flame, till the very morning of yesterday when I saw you drying yourself in the balcony, fresh from bath, droplets still hanging on like a stubborn desire, I found home in the middle of nowhere.
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Linking up the post with Five Sentence Fiction - Flames
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