fiction

Walk of shame ..

Bestie : Why are you walking like this ?

Me : like what ?

B : Umm.. like different ..

M *obviously panicking* : different .. ha ha .. no , no , not at all.

B: Nopes, I know your walk. This is not you. Oh my god , did you ?

M *pretending hard to ignore*

B: Oh yes , you did. You did it again.

M: I did nothing.

B : What’s the count this time ? How was it , tell now !

M *giving up* : I lost a drunk bet for 100 squats. I can’t wait to get my thighs back to normal now.

B: Don’t. I like your slow walk. I have to run in my heels otherwise to catch up !

M: You are a sadist, you know !

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This post is written for Reena’s Exploration Challenge. And slightly true event with me ūüė£

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writing

What matters ?

“No melodramatic Monday morning wish this week ?”, he asked me , sounding shocked.

I send these Monday morning messages to some of my friends every week. Though he is never the recipient of those , he does check my phone to read the message I know.

“It does not make a difference to anyone”I responded lightheartedly , trying best to hide my disappointment of my own statement.

“It matters to many. It matters to me the most to know you have not given up on doing something so good and positive in life” , he replied , looking kindly into my eyes that a minute before were full of doubt.

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Inspired from 3WW

Prose

A to z challenge : Adventure

she got it wrong,

the free bird reminded her-

money never goes high.

Sheela sat at her desk , looking out of the window. She could see the sun set in far horizon and the birds return home. she wished she could return home too. Then very slowly , she turned to look at the laptop screen where the Outlook showed a whole lot of emails awaiting her reply. She knew it would be another long day. Or night, she laughed to herself , hearing the office go silent.

If only she had listened to her heart to go on that adventure with him. That unplanned vacation he had so excitedly asked her to take with him. The trip he finally went alone and both of them missed each other so much. Just then, he called her and she made a mental note to join him over weekend, wherever he was and not to return for another week.

The pending work did not make her sad anymore.

She was finally let her heart win over her head.

And she felt lot better after a long time.

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Inspired by the theme at

poetry, Prose

Her Hopes

her smile gives away
the hopes she hides in eyes
his sun shine gone pale ..

He empties his heart in words and sets them free in winds ; knowing well  she stands on the roof top catching every sheet of paper that flies from his room. Each night she builds new hopes from them.

 

Written for Haiku Height  (hope)

Also linked to G-Man’s friday flash 55

 

Prose

The need

In unknown lands that do not feel that way , She sat wondering about herself and what led her here. He paced in the room without reason, occasionally looking at her and nodding in approval. He knew not why he was there with her, more importantly, why she chose to bring him along on this journey.She smiled at him, as if reading his thoughts. He finally gave up all his thoughts and joined her in bed. Collecting her in his arms, he kissed her forehead.

“This is perfect.” she whispered to herself.

“you really think so ? You do not even know me” he laughed lightly and hugged her close.

“I know your words , and my words know you.”

” One can not live off words these days”

“Can you not ?” , she asked with¬†disbelief.

“You look determined to prove me wrong”

“We’ll make believe we never needed any more than words”

“or this” he finished her sentence, like they been doing from last few months.

“yes, we only need us and our words”.

He smiled at her grin. She grinned further finding the love in his eyes.

 

For the IndieInk Writing Challenge this week, Cheney challenged me with “We’ll make believe we never needed any more than this.” and I challenged Steffani with “will the room cease to exist, if there was no wall ? Or will it become a larger room. Will he like that, I wonder”