i stood there holding he scarf, waiting for a miracle to happen and her to appear back – back again just the way he was , beautiful, vibrant, full of life………… standing there her images flashed before my eyes taking me back to our time together, our den, our love, our friendship, those first few…
Category: Flash fiction
Intense Intense Love affair
Losing herself in people who don’t deserve her was her hobby. she was used to falling in love, intense love every few days and then what followed was inevitable heartbreaks and long spells of depression. Life otherwise was a routine, actually, this too was a part of her routine. This story is one of her…
#just saying
Someday when sun sets Let’s catch up on a beach Let the feet be soaked in wave and the sand escape Let the hands be held and tales be woven of sand and shells…
Fears
It’s when the deep end of self worth is reached, That’s when fears rise. Often from guts and then from the deepest darkest corners, I can’t fight these fears, Sometimes they are too logical, Sometimes and more often with justified outcomes Sometimes they make me strong but more often they leave behind a trail of…
The crazy us…
You are prim and proper I m restless and wild U are classy and uptight I m crazy unnerving child You like to play me at times The kicks that get you high I love to be like you at times Coz I know you would really love that The touch had changed over the…
Virtuality
Standing in the balcony of a high-rise state of art house she could see the spread of twinkling stars laid out on the ground, yellow and white dominated the otherwise barren landscape. How beautiful they looked!! the temptation of plucking them and wearing them in her tiara was unnerving. She could feel the virtual reality…
The best break up…
Either I love everyone or I love no one….he said and walked away. We still meet, fall in love, spend time together, dream the next meet and break up.
Tum ho to mukammal si hai jindagi….
AJ jindagi se naraj nahi hu mein, Kuch hai hava mein, jo keh Raha hai, Pass ho tum, tumse duur nahi hu mein, Palko ke assu, sapne ban jo chalak jate the, Tham se Gaye hai, Pata nahi, Kyun, umeed ban muskura rahe hai. Koi ghar hai jo humara hai, Tumhara pura, mera abhi adhura…
So says my diary…
I don’t really know when you will read this, normally I would have written it in mail, but I know u don’t remember the email id, let alone the password so thought might as well write here. Someday you might get a chance and actually read it… I am not sure why I fell in…
a new day, a new start…
write a scene that takes place immediately after a tragedy. Don’t mention the tragedy.. she sat there on the sofa, shoulders dropped, eyes wide open staring at nothingness, still as stone.. comprehending the events that had unfolded in past two months was not possible and imagining the string of events that were to follow…
Baatein Kuch Ankaheesi….
You messaged me last night… and it sure brought up the smile… When you left for the first time much against my instinct my brain told me you wont return. Your calls would grow rare and slowly diminish to occasional “hi/hellos” bound and dictated by your work timings….. Past has really not done anything to…
Journey
Rekindled hope sometimes isn’t the best fit It makes life hard to let go at someone’s whims Ties tied, laughs laughed, song sung Don’t last that long… Some highs some lows Some fast some slows Conversations lasting nights together Fights getting solved new emotions gathered Some work some don’t Some go a long way, some…
Strangers
its amazing how she opened up to him, she doesn’t generally do that, wonder what triggered the conversation .. wonder if she can recollect the start.. its amazing how he got her talking, how memories suddenly were less sad. by gone year came rushing to the front, pain never came that they claimed they had…..
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