Walking away ? #FridayFotofiction

two friends

It was becoming less frequent from an year but it still happened. One day he would be smiling at everyone and the next , he would be back to the hill. Sitting at the corner , he too knew he should not be this close to the mouth of the valley. Hell, he should not be here at all. But , this was a constant struggle in his head. Today, the call of the mountains won.

That’s when he saw a familiar figure walking towards him.

“What took you so long ? Another minute and I was walking away”

“The teashop owner told me you ordered two cups”

He did not know how, but his best friend was always there to take him out if his mood swings. He smiled as he was led back to sanity.

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Vision #FridayfotoFiction

She was born blind to parents who left her. Her hands though did more than that. She would feel a face and read it. People said she had visions of the future. When asked, she would say she only saw the past when she touched someone and there is nothing which truly shows what future hold for you. It did not happen in a flash though. She took days, sometimes weeks to respond to a person once she had the vision.

One day, her hands started shaking. The visions became black screen. Her eyes saw the world in all its glory and then she collapsed.

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I saw you

Previous part of the story here

“Quite a perky response, I must say.
I was expecting nothing, to be honest.

Naam to pata chal gaya hoga ..
( You know my name by now, I suppose)

The response popped on her desktop , distracting her for a second. She smiled , Sahil , she thought in her head and went back to work. As the sky outside turned from blue to black and lights came up over her head, she wondered if the morning email needed to be replied. Finally, she thought of not acting like an oddball and giving it some rest. Next morning, there was a new email from Sahil –

It is a notably good morning. I think I saw you in the bus today.

Friend in need

Part 1

Part 2

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Will it hurt your ego if I say,
I was trying to lighten the mood?
I do not even know where you are,
just thought to hypothetically check,
how willing are you, if asked for help !

She laughed at her silly attempt at rhyming and sent the email on its way to the stranger’s mailbox. The whole day passed in a blur. Later in the evening , she wrote another poem on the blog , this time about the friendships born out of need of the hour. Before logging out , she checked there were 10 new comments on the blog. Some guy Sahil had commented on all her recent poems. the last comment was on the latest poem –

“Friends in need, often are friends indeed. Even strangers can be well wishers”

Sahil .. She read the name aloud and smiled. The stranger had finally identified himself !

Point is ? 

Story part 1

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“Damn! What was I thinking” she cursed aloud as soon as she hit the send button on that email. But she was not going to write another email to explain , that was made sure by the call from the security desk. Her cab and gaurd were waiting fir her. She closed her laptop and ran out of the office. The friday had acted like monday but the weekend showed some hopes.

She made sure to hide her office phone over the weekend so she would not feel obliged to check emails or provide any updates on the issues. Monday morning, while in the cab she put the emails to sync and scrolled through to the bottom. The unknown sender has replied ,

Good try. I was not working , and why do you think I would meet strangers when I advised you against it ?

PS: Not that i would mind meeting you to hear your poetry in your own voice

PPS: did you really want to meet ? Just to prove a point ?

This was way out of proprtion, she mused. Time to set some thing straight …
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( To be continued tomorrow or till I find a closure )

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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