Tag: Short story
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Walking into the sunset
Listen well while I tell you a story Of a boy and girl in the spring When the first flowers bloom into glory Every bird begins to sing… I am talking of the eighties, the baby boomers, girls taking up careers was accepted in the middle class families, and when I say careers, I mean…
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Free At Last
Off went her weight, Off went her pinched face, Off went her long tresses…with them like the strength that Samson lost, she lost the resentment she harboured, the yearning and the disappointment. Somehow he did not matter anymore nor did his indifferent behaviour hurt. No more were there cycles of hurt, forgiveness and Karmic bondages,…
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At the Grief Circl
#LifeWithoutYou It was the grief circle, and Mrigank Singhal was saying “You have just lost someone; you can either grieve about the person, or smile over the time shared with the person. Or you can do both,” Kangana wondered what she was doing here … her mind kept drifting to the night of 30th…
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Peek-A-B00
Nobody knows that I… She didn’t even want to complete the sentence. After all the best way to keep a secret is to keep it even from your own self. But the truth was she was a nonperson, a shadow, a ghost. She was not really sure that she was a whole person ever… she…
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Mytwingo
Mytwingo #ImaginativeStory It has been a fantasy.. That I had a twin who was my caretaker, friend, philosopher and guide. She was something like super brain and super girl rolled in one. I would only inspire her, with “My twin go” war cry. A quiet Saturday evening I am at Carasid, at I sat at…
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Time wrapped.
A shaft of sunlight pierced the dark clouds, and Hema looked up to see a silver lining, it’s a sign she thought. They quietly stood by watching Tukra digging the spot, the spade hit the casket and it clanged. As they brought the casket up, there was the ringing only the way the modern telephone…
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