" Are you sure you want this? " I asked nervously, gripping the handle. She nodded. Lilly looked at me, her face red. The sun cast an orange hue. I started jogging, pushing her wheelchair in the park. The wheels squeaked and I could feel the wind rushing by my ears. Lilly held on to … Continue reading Asphodel
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Gone With the Wind
Part 1 and Part 2 I stood in the rain, holding an umbrella. I was waiting for Aisha to come by. She was Aurelia's room mate, and our mutual friend. She was bringing over my stuff Aurelia still had. It had been four months since that fateful night, when I discovered she had been cheating … Continue reading Gone With the Wind
Thunderstorms
Read the comic strip that inspired the short story here I hate rainy season, I thought to myself, standing in front of the window in this storm. It's not the way the sky bleeds water that irritates me. Not the cold wind or the general wetness or the puddles or the road blockage. No. I … Continue reading Thunderstorms
THE LEAF
I saw a leaf blowing in the breeze. Here, in the middle of the city, sitting in a park bench, drenched in the noise of the city, I saw a leaf twisting and turning in the wind. My phone was in my hands. It was a ritual now. Coming here in my lunch break. Sitting … Continue reading THE LEAF
The Café
Today was the four hundred and seventh day I found myself in the Café Sella. I don't know where they get their names. Sella turcica was a depression in the skull for the pituitary gland. But I hardly think that's the derivation for the name. I don't know. I'm to drowsy from the sleeping pills. … Continue reading The Café
The First Time
How do I start? Well, a lot of things happened. My fiance cheated on me since I was away. I returned to find out and fell back into depression. Katy gifted me a kitten to soak up my grief. I met my ex again by accident and finally had some closure. Oh, and also, there … Continue reading The First Time
Audere est Facere
Sgt. Pauls gripped his Lee-Enfield, now muddied and fatigued by war. On more than one occasion, it had saved his life in the War. He checked his ammunition. HIs face bloodied, sweat trickling down his brows. The trench shook and trembled with the thunderous thunder of the German Panzers. "Looks like this is the end … Continue reading Audere est Facere
Paris
We both wanted to visit Paris. It was our Fifth Anniversary. Months of planning. Preparation. And finally here we are. Its evening now, the sun is on the horizon. Social media duly updated. Obligatory selfies duly taken. Here we are, just her and me, finally together in the city of Love. As we walk, hand … Continue reading Paris
Jack and Ruchi
I wanted to ask her something for a long time. But the moment never came up. Today, I decided, would be the day. "How you've been?" I asked Ruchi, as I waited for her in the only hallway of our high school. Her head turned to the direction of my voice, her lips curled into … Continue reading Jack and Ruchi
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