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...
Skylark Challenege 208
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...
You heard about Barbiturate?
It's a drug. You know what drugs do?
Gets you addicted
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,
Like I saw it when you
I embraced it this time
Allowing it to cover me
And then I saw
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 ...
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...
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...
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. ...
The rain hid her tears as she stood there, waiting for the last train home. When suddenly someone walked up to her. She felt the chills - from the rains or the person behind her, she wasn't sure.
He held her close, she shouted - mentally. The kiss on her forehead felt like sandpaper - coarse and rough.
She wanted to go back to where she belonged - home. He was reluctant to allow that. Tears stained her face, ruining her makeup. He was sad, so was she. But neither could find a way out.
She had to get away from him before he could ruin her. She moved away, creating the most hollow spaces between two people in love.
He left her. Turned and walked away. After all wasn't she married to his...
I ran across the field, panting. I had to take deeper breath in order to not feel fatigue taking over me. Like a toxic venom that swirls in your veins and kills you, the incident could neither be forgotten or forgiven.
The day my masterpiece was created, I had a demon sinking its claws in my soul. Tiny shards of hatred made its way through my soul, ripping it into tiny pieces.
The virginity of a girl was ruthlessly taken away for a moment's pleasure of insanity. The tiny tot that was the result of this, was buried on the ground, I ran on.
I run everyday, shouting and searching for my flesh and blood, which probably dried and decayed almost...
The wind was howling as she ran through the field. Screaming his name. But he never looked. He kept on walking away. She wanted to hold onto him and give him all that he needed. He didn't stop. His steps were brisk, fast and agitated. You could sense his irritation from his gait. May be he wanted to look back but he couldn't. His love for her dwindled, extinguished and lost hope.
She ran after him, parched, soul and throat. She wanted to sit, talk and feel blessed. She didn't feel like sitting alone, lonely and feeling alienated.
He didn't pay attention. After all, someone's acid disfigured her face, for a lifetime.
Every day the alarm rings and I wish to snooze it, I cannot
My mind is in a vortex of kitchen, kids, lunch, breakfast and reaching the bus stop on time
Plaiting my daughter's hair was recently added to the list
Everyday when I kiss my husband goodbye, I know his lunch would be packed by his mother
Because he works hard
I was three, when I realised that boys become the center of attention all the time
I was four when I learnt the art of sacrifice, because we were a family of twenty.
I still practise it
Sometimes out of habit
Sometimes because I don't have a choice
I was five when I realised that my dreams to take the shape of flesh and blood,
I needed to believe in myself
I was ten when I w...
The clock kept ticking, the time kept passing. But nothing changed. She stared at the clock as it did what it was created to do. Showing her that time was passing. Valuable time, that she did not know what to do with. She looked around , she looked within. There were so many things she wanted to get done.
Didn't she always wanted to get out and get some air. Climb the highest mountain, gasp for breath, fall in love, meet her soul mate, kiss slowly in the rain!
Didn't she always wanted to graduate? Give speeches, inspire people, motivate and come back home to a loving family?
Didn't she always wanted to take a break from monotony, go backpacking where the path leads, become one with the n...
Everyday, she opened the newspaper, one article on #MeToo appeared. She read each one of them. She wanted some story to echo with her state of mind. Alas! All of them resonated with her, in pieces.
She picked up her pen, willing to write what her heart bled. But, something stopped her. She couldn't tell what?
Did she not have the courage to open her heart? She always wondered! No matter how many attempts she made, she failed each time.
And today, when she was having her regular cup of coffee, she had a moment of epiphany. She wanted people to know that in the battle of misfortune, they aren't alone. They shared their sorrows with girls, boys, and everyone, across the globe.
The end was near. Everyone knew. But it wasn't easily discussed. As he was laying in bed, everyone silently stood around, waiting for one of the most important, life turning events in their lives.
He looked at her, eyes talking, words being exchanged. Everyone failed to understand what conspired between the two.
He had the last hiccup and his breathing stopped. Cacophony of noises engaged the silence, she turned around, left the room. Walking to her room, she didn't even bother to cry.
After all didn't she cry buckets, when he sold her, everyday, to fulfill his body's demand of drugs?
She hold his hand and smiled. No words, just a big, happy smile. He smiles back and they walk on, without a word. As the sun is going down, she thinks of the repurcussions of her decision. Would it be wise to let him know? Would he feel offended?
She tried to gauge his reaction, but he was simply contended and smiled throughout the walk to home.
She acted weird that day with him. She thought he would be angry and cross with her, however, he wasn't. It looked like he enjoyed the moment, surreptitiously.
As they walked and reached the door, he turned her and asked "are you okay? Should I be worried because you are acting strange since morning?"
She tried to smile and said, nothing to worr...
Pregnancy - A husband's point of view
I sowed the seed in her
After a night of lust, love and togetherness
She moaned and I kindled her spirit
She succumbed and I gave in
Together to create a
The test was positive
I was ecstatic
I was over the moon
Knowing that a life of mine
Was growing in her
I sat there, aloof
With none to share my feelings with
I was concerned too
I wanted to hold her hand too
But, they said
"You don't understand"
It's a women's world.
Wasn't I scared?
Wasn't I joyous?
Wasn't I apprehensive?
But, none mattered
I sat quietly
Tending to the financial needs
Of a grown family
And an addition ...
Finish the story challenge.
"The music was exciting, the weather bright. They were dancing as the music swept them from side to side. All eyes were on them. The stars of this evening.
When the song ended they sat down. He wondered if this was the right time. He looked at her, expressions he couldn't fathom created more complexity. He wanted to scream at the world. She was the love of his life. His Axis. Right from the morning message to sleepy smiley hugs, they shared it all.
And, presently, he was being cruel to her. She lived because of him, for him. She lived him more than anyone could and he ditched her in the most painful manner possible. And in that moment, he didn't know if he sh...
Her tiny hands were supposed to pick up crayons
That picked the shredded pieces of clothes
Her eyes were supposed to glint and shine
They had streaks of tears, copious amounts
Her lips were supposed to smile for the world
They articulated pain in despair
Her throat was supposed to mimic the beautiful sound of music
It shouted in agony
Her body was supposed to be worshipped as a Goddess
It lay unclaimed, amongst the rags,
Stinking and reeking of inhumane souls
Claiming to be humans
But beasts in nature
Figments of your love,
Spread on my soul
It seemed enough to be whole
But you left early
Leaving a gaping hole
Figments of kisses
Spread on my body
Left me feeling so shoddy
Figments of your smell
Seep through my lungs
Liberating me of my claustrophobia
And then restricting me back to darkness
Figments of your taste
On my lips couldn't be compared
To anything in this world
And now I don't taste anything
Figments and figments
But none that I can pick, hold close and whisper love.