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Sarika Choudary

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Words - they either heal or hurt!
November 1, 2019
 

LOL
Here is my entry. Credits : Quora answer by Mike Zsarko

Back in the early eighties before the days of cell phones you could call a phone number and a robotic voice would tell you the time. It would just keep repeating till you hung up.

I had a bass player that we used for awhile that was, for lack of a better word, a royal douchebag. He was good looking and he had a long time girlfriend. But we’d go out on the road and he’d cheat with anything in a dress. One day his girlfriend decides to surprise him while we were out on the road a few hundred miles away. She goes up to his hotel room and finds someone else in the bed.

She never said a word. She packed all her stuff and left his house...

KISS A PRINCE
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October 22, 2019
 

Storytime

These foreign streets were unknown to her. And it was getting dark. She had to hurry, else she wouldn't be back on time. She had daily chores lined up, she cannot leave her kids hungry or ignore their assignments.  She swiftly changed her mind to become an affluent Indian housewife, swiftly handling things, all at once.

She climbed down the stairs and put on a smile as her kids looked at her, lovingly. Her saree was in place, the pallu (loose end of the saree) swept the stairs as she jumped and kissed her kids.

The kids were surprised, finding their mom smiling so wide. They wanted to know what changed in her. But guess they were too little to understand that holding a paint b...

THE EDISON BULB
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October 22, 2019
 

Weekly challenge

- Studio
- Coffee
- Turtle

The Turtle swam, without a care in the world. Those who looked at it were almost jealous of its carefree nature. From the lake was it brought to the closed quarters of a Studio. It didn't make a differnce to him.

He sat on the Coffee colored rug, velvety and soft. Looking keenly at the Turtle, he realised of his loneliness. Just like the turtle. But unlike him, the turtle was happy.

He took out his camera, started shooting him and decided that his loneliness will be filled by the turtle's presence, henceforth.

THE EDISON BULB
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October 14, 2019
 

Skylark Challenge 213
* SHOES
* CHARACTER
* LEATHER
* REFLECTS

Here is my entry:

The Leather was the same - of Shoes and the belt. His Character was like the belt - spineless. But, what Reflects in the society is the porcelain chinaware, sophisticated house, rich look and loads of money and he is noble for life.

MADE WITH LOVE
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October 10, 2019
 

She hated Jeans
Still wore
Couldn't talk to anyone
Still possessed a Megaphone
Never took Pictures
Still kept on clicking
She wanted calm
But her personalities
Wouldn't allow her to

WAKE UP AND WRITE
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October 8, 2019
 

Skylark challenge 212

* FALLEN
* SMOKE
* CHILD
* INQUISITIVE

The Inquisitive nature of the Child forever took joy in the Smoke that lingered from the sins of the Fallen angels.

MADE WITH LOVE
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October 7, 2019
 

Birthday Prompt

0  I came and I saw, willing to conquer
5 They never allowed me to
3 Girl I was
1 Inhale
1 Exhale
9 I lived because I was born to be silent
8 I wanted to break free, so I did
2 loved myself

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October 7, 2019
 

As the night falls, and the cold air cools his face, he allows the tears to run freely. As he looks up to the stars he takes a big breath and sits down on the bench.

He shouldn't have done what he did. He knew it was insane of him. But then one needs to understand what goes in the minds of the boys. He couldn't have put his ego on stake.

Especially when his crush posted a viral challenge to all her friends, asking to eat the highest number of green chillies and she would go on a date with the person. He ensured that he was the last one to eat for the challenge and eat the highest number winning himself a date with his crush.

MADE WITH LOVE
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September 30, 2019
 

"Mental health? Are you insane? What bullshit is this mental health? When we were your age, people asked us about health - body,physical. Mental health is for mental people. Our family isn't mental so you sure dont act as a nutcase."

These dialogues, one can hear in any middle class Indian family. Our families are so used to proving that we are perfect examples of holistic well being. Not that this expectation is bad. But the problem is everyone isn't cut out of the same cloth. Like everyone's DNA that isn't same, everyone's mental health isn't same. How can we understand this fact?

My grandmom was a counselor, teacher, teenager, guide, mentor - all blankted in one. She always said that on...

DON'T WORRY JUST WRITE
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September 30, 2019
 

Story time

The sea was wild and the boat was rocking back and forth. For the first time in a long time, he wasn't sure he was going to make it. For just a few seconds he closed his eyes and thought of what made him happy, more than anything else in the world. He knew the answer - the sound of the waters crashing against the shore, the salty smell of the sea, the soothing element he always found in the no moon night sitting beside the waves. He was abandoned, who was his family -  he had no idea but he was content because the sea made him complete. He rowed the boats, helped people watch the sunrise and the sunset, children giggled because he whistled and the fishes sprang, people searched f...

SUPPORT AND SAVE US!
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September 29, 2019
 

When I was 5 years old
I had this craving
To lick chalks pieces, walls
And smell mud
People didn't pay attention
The quirks of being a kid,
They said
Until I was doing it
All the time
And my parents were worried
They took me to a doctor
Who recommended
Calcium supplements
I overcame that habit
But the taste and smell of
Chalks, walls and mud
Never left me

I was 20
I craved for
Smell, taste and snuggles
When you came along
I became 5 again
Walls were replaced by you
I was addicted
People still didn't pay attention
Infatuation, they said
Until I was drowning in you
All the time
My parents were worried
They took me to a doctor
Unlike the past
He didn't have any supplements
For me to over...

HOPE BATEMAN
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September 27, 2019
 

He wakes up everyday and thinks, "wow, today will be the day." He gets ready, changes his sheets and lights those candles. Even though it's freaking daylight and the sun rays hit your eyes, hard.

He then has his breakfast and reads his book. The rumpled pages, ruffled leather bound diary which had his entire life written and documented. He jotted down everything, back in those days. Now, bot much. He had a routine, how much can he write about routine?

It's lunch time, he takes his salad and soup. Not a lot, to just keep him going.  He then plays scramble, all by himself. He doesn't bother engaging anyone or having a conversation.

It's almost 8. He waits anxiously. She might come anytime ...

FEEL IT WRITE IT
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September 26, 2019
 

Ping
Alarm
One time ring
Vibrate

There are many ways you might set your tone for the most important part of social media -NOTIFICATIONS.

I tried setting all those, one at a time. Still nothing came from your end. My phone like me, is dead silent.

HOPE BATEMAN
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September 24, 2019
 

I stood in the balcony
Listening to that pitter patter
The sound that the drops produce
The sound that reminds me of
Your laughter
Our time together
The stolen moments
And the broken promises

Do you stand in the balcony
Reminiscing all that we had?
Or do you simply
Make a strong cup of coffee
Sit on that cane chair
And talk about how
Rains wash away one's
Guilt, sin, sorrow?

Do you bother to look
At those fresh leaves
And wonder how beautiful they look?
Just like the relation
We shared in the start
Or do you simply
Sketch them on the canvas
In dull colors
Giving lame reasons
Like
Life isn't black and white
But shades of grey
And only because it is
Shares of grey
I stand here and ...

FEEL IT WRITE IT
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September 23, 2019
 

LoveLines

I would have given up
On you and me
If you hadnt made me see
The beauty of We

CONQUERS ALL
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September 16, 2019
 

Finish the story:

The classroom was empty but she was still sitting on her chair. Everyone left but she couldn't move. She looked outside. The journey of her life started to unreel.

She saw him. White shirt turned into brown because of all the wrestling he did with his friends. She saw herself, locking eyes with him and blushing because he winked. She saw how a boy and a girl fell in love. Her story was reversed roles. The boy was silent and quiet but she was reckless and expressive.

She saw how he became the anchor in her life. How he healed her from within. How he managed to make her smile even in the dullest of the moments. How he took care of her when no one did.

She saw the accide...

NEVER GIVE UP
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September 14, 2019
 

Skylark Challenege 208

* BONES
* GUN
* SHIP
* SECRETIVE

Here's my entry, almost after one year.

"Your bones have become brittle," said the doctor. Looking at how frail he looked, the doctor was worried. The bones were fragile, like porcelain cups. The only difference - they weren't beautiful to look at. Deformed bones, endured the fastest, hectic pace of life.

He smiled, said nothing.  Picked his prescription and walked away. He decided to keep this from him. It  needed to be secretive.

For all the times he did scold him, and he didn't listen. It served him right. During his journey back home, he went to the time spent with him. Beautiful and surreal. He was so lost that he didn't reali...

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September 14, 2019
 

You heard about Barbiturate?
It's a drug. You know what drugs do?
Gets you addicted
Like you
So, I decided to get rid of you
But you were second skin to me
And i was afraid to peel it
Because that would hurt
And I couldn't tolerate
So, I decided to ignore you
But you know,  when you ignore something
It comes back with force
So did you
Therefore,  I decided to
Go far away
But how do you go far away?
Far away from your home
Finally,  I decided to end my life
I took the scalpel
Marked the veins
Blood oozing out
I saw the color,
RED
Like I saw it when you
Abused
Hit
Assaulted
I embraced it this time
Allowing it to cover me
And then I saw
White

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September 11, 2019
 

Weeklychallenge
Prompts:
- Bread
- Painting
- Shoe
- Weakness
- Bold

Here is my entry:

He was gripped with weakness. Weakness that could have consumed him if he wasn't aware of it. Weakness that made his life a living hell. What do you expect from a painter whose painting was burned and his passion insulted. Only because he captured the body of a woman.

You see from the painter's perception,  a body which is worth saving for posterity isn't common. So what, if he found that in his girlfriend. He painted her nude. The skin of his girlfriend was as soft as that bread that comes out of the oven, freshly baked. Her skin tone also matched the color of the bread.

It was extremely a bold step ...

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September 9, 2019
 

As she opened the door she stood there silently for a few seconds. She then bursts into uncontrollable laughter as she realizes what she's looking at. Her best friend was holding a mirror and she looked at her reflection. Her unkempt hair, face and lips chapped, she could, in true literal sense, see a ghost of herself.

Loss of the will to live will generally make you that way. After he passed away, she gave up on living. She breathed. Just breathed. He shouldn't have left her. All the hollow promises, forevers returned to haunt her. How could she erase him from her soul. Wasn't he like the habit of sipping on black coffee on a rainy day? Like the favorite book you always go back to. Like th...

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September 5, 2019
 

Happy Teachers Day!

It doesn't make sense, right? Wishing someone who isnt a teacher by profession but someone's wishing you.

Well, there is a reason. Actually, many reasons. If I have to point them, it will take a lot of time. However, I will.try my best to be crisp, clear and short.

Remember,  the first time you cheated on me. You taught me not to believe anyone. I was heart broken. The pain coursed through the sinews of my personality - our relation.

The second lesson you taught me was to stop looking at you, eyes filled with love, lust and passion. Now they desperately seek approval from you. One frown, one tch sound would make me cringe and I would cover my arms with those long sle...

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August 29, 2019
 

Storytime

She wasn't the person for blind dates. This whole ordeal just made her very nervous. Why did I agree to this in the first place, she wondered.

As the door opened, the bell made a loud noise, making her look up. She wasn't the only one. Everyone in the bar looked up. They were all  surprised to see the most handsome man enter. The collectible sound of the sighs were evident in the air.

He walked towards her, she held her breath.  Not realizing that she was fidgeting with the table cloth,  she stood up. Trading the entire cutlery on the table to the mess on the floor. Could she be more clumsy? she thought.  

The people around her watched her with the same feeling of inferiority. ...

DO WHAT MAKES YOU HAPPY
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