“Where do you want to take my pic ?”, he asked her.
This is where they met first. and Today they were meeting for the last time.
She smiled and stood next to him as she clicked a pic of the place.
“I will always imagine you here.” she said and kissed him one last time.
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for G-Man’s friday flash 55
The night felt weird.The whole town had lost its sleep. Too much food , booze , sex , reading or gossip exhausted every one but no one could sleep. It was neither fun nor funny anymore to be called insomniac. Sleep Gods had their lesson taught in a single night. everyone slept well for ages after that.
Some words were left untouched, yet the lines were ready. There was a nervous cheer in her fingers. The stained pages lie neatly stacked in the imaginary room she lived in,the last few weeks. She stepped out of her shell excitedly,welcomes by his waiting arms and proud smile. A part of her dream was finally live.
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Written for G-Man’s friday flash55
Also Linked to Month of the year 2012 writing prompt – December
This Month I finally compiled a collection of my poems and self published via amazon Kindle. Please check the book by clicking on the image below. Comments / suggestions welcome.
Thanks and wishes for a great festive weekend and new year eve to all 
*Love and hugs*
This is it, then ?
I guess.
The last hug , the last kiss, the last touch.
I would like one more hug, if you don’t mind.
I didn’t mind the sex. A hug wont cost much,I guess.
(pause)
See you next weekend.
and peel some more wounds ?
Last time ?
Sure.
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This is for G-Man’s Fridayflash 55
Also linked to Inspiration Monday
She definitely did not have easy goals for life. Reading 50 books per year , cooking 50 new dishes , visiting 10 new places in the same year,so on.
Every accomplishment was beginning of a new strangeness. Until her life seemed hollow to her – the dark pit she dug and drowned alone.
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Written for Inspiration Monday , Trifecta , G-Man’s fridayflash55
are we not meeting tomm? she messaged.
got some work.
Ok.See you later.
She wasnt happy , but they had decided to take a break. She decided to read to pass time, when another sms came :
Wanna have a drink tonight ?
The break saw its end before it even began,she thoguht and laughed.
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submitted to G-Man’s friday flash 55
“super hero or wonder woman ?”
“Not even your favorite cat woman”, she laughed aloud.
“Then what is the story about ? Who is more interesting ?” he asked
“funny you should ask ! Are you not perfect for any story”.
“you will tell stories about me?” he was excited.
“We will” and they sat chatting all evening.
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Prompted @ Inspiration Monday
Also written for G-Man’s friday Flash 55
“Don’t you dare come to wake me up in morning” , she said, looking up at the stars dotting the dark sky and slept soon.
Next morning, he woke up from her noise. She had forgotten to lock the door to the roof. The dog went and lovingly woke her up with a lick.
To her , anything beautiful was art in making. The eyes greedily took notice of each line the creator made or bent, some exotic some just a pleasure to watch. Often, when she stood naked in front of mirror, she wondered how could he love her shapeless body . He wrote about beauty of her tears those nights.
So this is nothing new that I am trying but maybe more regular. While writing fiction most days, I feel I have developed an entirely new glass to see the world through (And its a lovely one indeed). So for once a week / 10 days , I will try to write of the other stuff I feel I should mention ( no particular reason ) . Read if you wish ..
first is a note of thanks ( many many thanks ) to slpmartin . none inspires , amazes and makes you feel good about writing like he does. There are days when I write knowing he will atleast read it and if liked , his comments are so heartfelt. Thank you !
Best of the last week would be a home trip after a long time ( although it was for short duration ) and the Visit to book fair !
The Book fair .. After making and cancelling the plans 4 times for the book fair , Sunday evening I got down at the Pragati Maidan Metro station for no real reason. I was getting suffocated in the metro maybe or I just did not want to reach my room that early .. whatever be the cause , I found myself standing on the platform and blankly staring at the people coming in / out of the metros. After 3 metros have passed I realized I was just 100 m away from the book fair. And that’s when I made a run for it. Two hours at the venue with my heavy bag on shoulders , I visited half the halls , specially the theme hall , bought a story collection by Premchand ( I always wanted to read him ) and came back with a lovely Ganesha Poster ( Pic to be shared later) . God totally loves me !!
I also finished reading A Calendar too Crowded yesterday [ click here for the detailed review ] while reviewing , I forgot to mention a story from the book. So this tale is of a “nice girl who deserves / will get better ” . I could relate to the ideas and feelings of this girl who is too nice for being a girlfriend or even ask some guy to consider the option while she keeps helping every one around. But what I was thankful about was the lesson with which the chapter closes. The author states that If you are such a girl, you sure should love yourself the most ’cause you are the best and nicest girl around. And do not be upset over the guys who did not value you. Remember , You are a nice girl and you deserve better.
and there is an ebook promotion going on Smashwords. Click here to check the books included in the promotion [ These are free / at discounted prices] for this week only.
Well all is not so happy in the world. And We often see prejudiced people around us. Yesterday night I went to get vegetables from the nearest shop and there was this long queue [ ok , just 5 people before me. but usually there is NO queue there ] at the billing counter. When I went to join the queue , the lady in the last indicated me to take her place and she stood behind me. I was surprised at this generosity until I realized that in front of me stood a house maid in old clothes. The lady behind me was still staring at her with such disgust that I felt so odd. She could not even bear to stand behind the maid ? really ??
ufff 
And lastly , check this blog started by @vivekisms : http://55words.blogspot.in/ – A new theme for #55wordstory each day. Some day I will share all the stories I wrote for the blog. Till then, have a read and if you like , do take part. Follow him on twitter, write on the daily theme and email the stories to him !
Well thats all for now. More good and bad of my days in next post.
She got rid of the letters and the gifts the day she met a prospective groom for the first time. Later one night, she found the only photograph of his, hidden in her favorite book. His smile looked different , heart broken almost. She realized he wanted her to wait. And she did. All her life.
She picked her stuff like colors – yellow bell peppers , green beans , cottage cheese , ripe tomatoes , onions , and lot of spices. He watched her with a curious look.
Finally he dared to ask , “Darling, are you cooking tonight ?”
“Not today. But very soon I will.”
“Then this shopping ?”
“My cooking classes begin tomorrow.” she proudly declared.
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Prompted by vivekisms to write a 55 word story on “At the Grocer’s”
The red bangles, mixed with stone dotted off white ones, equal number in both arms.. The intricate mehandi patterns on hand…
Every time he saw a newly wed lady, he thought of her. She, who always dreamt of being dressed like a bride. His bride. Only now, she was dead. And so were his days.
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Written for G-Man’s friday flash 55
“It has to be here”
“Then Why can I not find it”
“This is the road of riches?”
“Yep. More shops. Less people”
“I swear, the pic was taken here”
“Where exactly was he standing ?”
“Staring into a shop’s display”
“Gosh! that would be the toy shop”
“you and your pet! teddy lovers”
“Found him”
“Glad”
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Inspired by Indigo spider’s Sunday Picture Press
Linked to G-Man’s friday flash 55
October.
Month of Birthday.s -
Mine on 13th ; My professional life on 23rd.
My parent’s relationship on 26th.
A month of celebrations -
birthdays, anniversary , festivals, holidays.
A month of wait -
Waiting for one wish,
waiting to hear from him,
A month of preparations -
of gifting your loved ones,
of hiding disappointment
of another year – same or not.
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Linked to Month of the year challenge #2 , G-Man’s flash friday 55
She felt immobile, and same time sensed movement in her belly as she breathed in forcefully. It was getting difficult to sleep alone. She feared proximity to being insane if things continued this way. She had left many a guys awake all night, but only now she realized its pain. She cried at this retribution.
Written for 3WW
Exams were just a week away and she could not study long hours without feeling sleepy. One night she turned on the radio after hearing her favorite song play in the neighbourhood. She kept the radio on for hours as she studied and not once she wanted to quit.
Since then, the love affair continues.
This is for G-Man’s Fridayflash 55.
Have a musical and lovely weekend all of you
Also linked to Months of the year challenge Season # 2
She some times thought of dying. The loneliness was getting unbearable. For hours she would stare at her cell phone willing him to call or text. Then they finally broke up. Her world was on the brink of a cliff.
But she did not die. She adopted a baby instead and welcomed life into her own.
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Written for G-Man’s friday flash 55
“I always thought, you would be married by now.” , he said, smiling at her.
“I hoped so too”, she replied, avoiding his gaze.
“Then why not ? I told you I don’t love you”, he said little impatiently.
“I do”
“You should have said , I did , not do”
And they both laughed. All was still same.
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This was inspired by my own story “Wait” , for which I thought this could be an alternate ending.
Also linked to G-Man’s friday flash55
“It’s a gift and a curse” he said, handing me the drink. I had no energy to hear him but I did . After all, when all had left , he looked back and stayed for me.
“Each wonderful evening ends with such mess”, he looked around and laughed. I just let out a sigh of agreement.
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Prompted @ Sunday Picture Press and Monday Inspiration
Written for G-Man’s Friday flash55
“Do you know what you mean to me?”
“I do not have to ! Do I ?”
“So you know i assume”
“Yes and No”
“huh?”
“Its magic babes. I may not know, but I also do not need to know”
“But I want to say”
“you are my smile”
“Keep me close then”
“always”
And then we smiled.
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Dedicated to a dear friend FL !
submitted to G-Man’s Friday flash55
She would walk in the room and recite prayers as we went to bed.But would look at us while reciting the last .Till college, I slept to her voice. Today, I sing the same to my kids :
“when the wind gets tired,
Stand proud my child,watching your breath,
the force of your life, keeping you alive”
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Prompted @ Inspiration Monday
The she-demon was walking through the forest again. He,the dendrologist as people called him now;or the leaves reader as old ones referred to him,smiled as he sensed her close. The tree fellers would fall.It was a time of rejoice, not panic. Finally justice would be done. He would again have lots of friends to talk.
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Inspired by alpha to Omega challenge , submitted to Friday flash 55
She had a lots to say but none to hear. Every evening,I saw her with balloons,she talked to them. To each balloon she told a secret and let it free.Yesterday she said she confessed her love.
Will she today share the name ?
she came,empty hands.And walked into the lake.
I could never know the name.
.
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Prompted @ Thursday Tales , Submitted to Friday flash 55
“That’s the way I am”
“change”
“how I care ?”
“I don’t care”
“I didn’t know”
“No wonder he left you”
click.
<dead dial tone>
Tears.
Rage.
Apology.
Shame.
Tring… Tring…
Am I really *sob* so mean ?
He is a jerk !
How could he say so ?
He doesn’t mean …
Click.
<Neither do you mean what you say >
Posted for G-Man’s friday flash 55 collection !
