Tag: Fiction
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The day after yesterday
Here’s the second part to my previous fiction. Although both can be read independently but you can read the first part of this story here. I remember lying helpless on the floor and closing my eyes to wait for death. I remember looking at myself from a distance with bruises all over and trying to…
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What happened last night?
I woke up in the kitchen with bruises all over my body. Everything hurt like I had been twisted in a hurricane. What happened last night? Why do I remember only parts of it? I went to bed at around 10 p.m. despite it being a Friday night. I wanted to fall asleep. Not because…
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The Confession
“He stood at my door, drenched from the storm. He was screaming and shouting abuses. My husband Neil, was in the bath. He could never know of this. He could never know about the biggest mistake I made out of desperation. He could never know of what happened the night he was arrested. The night…
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Abusive relationships
Shraddha stood by the window, for her favourite pastime, to catch a glimpse of Karan, her neighbour. She must’ve had a crush on him for more than over a year since her family moved into this house. She drooled over his curly locks, brown eyes, and that vicious smile. It was a teenage romance for…
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Breathless
“One thing does not lead to another”. She said taking a small sip of her drink. “It does” . He said taking a large sip of his drink. “Come on Siddharth! Are you seriously telling me that you’ve gotten carried away in a “moment” and did something you wouldn’t normally do” “I wouldn’t put it…
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Guilty Pleasures
It was a usual day. Tanya stood in her kitchen baking chocolate chip cookies. Chocolate seemed to give her a great deal of comfort. It was her go-to comfort food. As the doorbell rang, she couldn’t think of anybody she was expecting. She was more than amazed to see Aditya on the other side of…
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Maybe just a bad dream….
I had a dream about you last night. Well, that was new.. I never dream about you.. I don’t even think about you anymore. Still, you were the first guy I ever loved. First kiss, first everything. And yet I wonder, why we never had a first date. About the dream, it was nice..and passionate..…
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Crime of Circumstances
This is kind of connected to a previous post I wrote ‘Abusive relationships‘. It’s the same story from a slightly different perspective. We are slaves of perception and often jump to conclusions. I feel we sometimes get stuck on an opinion, just to prove a conclusion that we have already reached. Sometimes, there may be…
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ये बारिश
ये बारिश मुझे पास बुलाती है, तेरी याद दिलाती हैठंडी हवा छू के निकल जाती है, तेरी याद दिलाती हैअक्सर मुझे वो भी दिन याद आता है, जब तुमने यूँही चलते चलते, मेरा हाथ थाम लिया थाऔर बारिश की कुछ बूंदों ने भी, तुम्हारा साथ दिया था पर वो मौसम भी रुका नहीं, तुम्हारी ही…
Midnight Musings 