55 Fiction : Redefined

I wished for her warmth. 

So I lied next to her, smelling her hair. She smiled like nothing meant more than this moment. 

She kissed my lips and said I knew you would do this.

I sighed and snuggled closer to her wrapped inside one blanket. 

At last the winter nights were redefined for me.

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Soulmate

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She was sweating in her bed having the most painful spasm of her. She wished he would come to hold her. But she knew that he was miles away on the hills.

Her throat was burning, gathering all her strength she stood up and opened the door to get water. As she fainted, she felt arms catching her just in time.

Her eyes flew open and she smiled whispering weakly
Drake... how did you know?

He kissed her forehead and just before she blacked out she heard
Sweetheart, you are my soulmate.

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Sachai ka chain

As soon as the moral education classes begin at home the most basic lessons contain the lesson of honesty. We are taught never to lie and that’s where we learn to lie for the first time by saying “we will not lie.

When I was a kid I used to break things, not to forget unintentionally. It used to be in the clear and I used to be scolded. Eventually things started to remain intact.

I was 11 years old back then studying in 6^th standard, I broke something. My father had gone abroad for the first time. The whole house was pretty excited to see what he will get back for all of us. The day he returned everyone was so happy. The gifts started popping out of his bag and distributed gradually. There was a souvenir which was the gift for the house I suppose. Our showcase was opened and the souvenir kept inside for show. I was mesmerized with the pattern in the souvenir, so as soon as the vicinity was cleared I pulled it out of the showcase. I placed it in my hand very carefully but by some stroke of luck just as I was putting it back, it slipped from my hand. And that resulted in shattering of the whole thing. I panicked for a minute or so and then remembered my newly purchased glue bottle. I ran from there picking up the pieces and started my work of putting it back together. When I was finished fixing it the only problem was the visible cracks. I placed it a far and looked, it looked normal. So I decided to keep it back in the showcase. As I was closing back the showcase, my father came in the room. I turned back almost immediately. He asked what was I doing and I told him that I was dusting the things inside the showcase. He bought that lie.

The souvenir

Whenever I used to enter the room I used to watch it intently, fearing if someone may sense the cracks. I could not eat properly and always lived in the fear of being caught. I know I sound like I might have done a crime but back then this was a very big deal for me. While I used to go to sleep the last thought on my mind used to be the souvenir. A week had passed and I was getting more and more anxious and restless. So on that day I decided to take the burden off of me. I stood in front of my father and asked him to come with me to the room where the showcase was. He followed me and I asked him to see the showcase carefully. He couldn’t figure it out and I told him the whole thing. My father started laughing and I was so relieved. He told me that it was ok that i owned up and should always do that. And I got the desired “sachai bolne ka chain” just like this girl in the video below. Click the play button to know how.

You

I see that glitter in your eyes. People call you crazy. But i know the truth. I have seen the child in you and you in me. The days are cut short with you. Time flies away so fast. I wish to catch it i wished to catch and frame it. Now i know different.

Every memory shall be created, enjoyed and stored in heart and mind. Rest are just like ash. You draw it in paper, write it, capture it digitally, it all wipes out someway or the other. Some prone to accident and some put to flames of wrath.

I write today about you and me not knowing if this page will last. But i assure you that i have your words, touch, feel, fragrance and essence all locked inside me, where no one can enter till i don't allow them. It is safe inside me in the oceans of memory.

I am living in the forever of creation and with last breathe i shall let go all in air.

Free of me or is it me free of it. .

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शून्य. .

छुपा राज़ था उन निगाहों में,
हम दूर खड़े थे कुछ..
पास जाने लगे उनके तो एहसास हुआ,
तमस खड़ा था हमारी राहों में ..
न पास थे न ही दूर उनसे,
खो से गए थे हम शून्य में ..!

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