The music enveloped her; making her feel that if she were to fall right now, she would find herself floating on the high notes of his voice. It did not matter if the lyrics were borrowed ones, his singing gave her pleasure more than his love.
“You make me want to be a better man”, he had whispered last night and he really needed to do that. She sighed, her disappointment and anger mixed in the cut marks hidden below her dress. It was her way to punish him for straying, for losing himself in his own words. Their pain was what had kept them sane(or not) and together; and that is how it always has to be, she smiled.
There was a system to all the envelopes hanging in her house; a system only she knew. The black ones for the characters never published, the white ones for the ones who have not decided which story to appear in, and then there were the red ones.
The red ones were few and rare and sealed tight forever. Those were the stories that she had sold to others. She sometimes stood below a red one and tried to guess which little marvelous idea of hers was in that particular envelope. There was no way to recognize it though even if someone opened it – each envelope only had the money and a date.
Written for Image prompt @ What do you see / word prompt @ Six Sentence Story
As the show came to an end, Champ felt like he has not watched his favorite person perform for the hundredth time, every time feeling so proud and lucky.
The actor turned towards the audience, flush with excitement, joy, and overwhelmed with love. He tried to not think of anything, filtering all voices from around him, closed his eyes, raised his hands, and sent a not so silent prayer to the skies.
From his position, Champ started checking the exit points, glancing over his team of bodyguards, ready to escort the actor away. That’s when he noticed the boyfriend, who despite warning had come to watch the show. Did he really think his disguise would fool Champ or his lover, he muttered as he prepared to deal with the headache that came with dealing with the paparazzi, not that it mattered now.
“A hundred miles away, or perhaps next door – the distance does not matter”, he smiles as he whispered to himself. His mother used to say this about love. “When the time comes, love will walk into your life and take you by surprise”, she would yell from the kitchen, shaking her head at his sulking frame. He wished to hear her one more time, one last time before he left the house forever. Tomorrow, he would be in a new city, a new country with the love of his life. She used to be his next-door neighbor then, and years later he found her, waiting for a lover from miles away
Rishikesh .. Before I met you, I had no memory of this city. I had visited it a few times with my parents during summer vacations. I remember stopping at random shops to pick mangoes on the way and my mother reminding us not to soil our clothes because mango stains are too hard to get rid of. Mangoes, road trip, my mother teaching us old Bollywood songs while my father slept most of the time – that is all I remember. You had laughed when I told you this because when I met you, I did not like mangoes at all.
But with you next to me, the city did not feel new when I first looked at the temples on the riverbanks ahead of me. This city was so deeply embedded in your stories, your poems, your memories that I felt it seep into me when I first kissed you. When you smiled at my desire of together forever, I knew you were imagining of us sitting at a riverbank in this city. I knew the city by heart from the time you left one weekend without informing me but then kept sending me pictures every few hours of what you were up to. There were no words exchanged that week till you came back to me but every image helped me forgive you for running away. When you took me with you next time, I felt like you were sharing a secret with me, something no one else would ever know.
Reading the name of this city, a place that is a second home to you and me, a place whose waters are witness to the promises we made to each other, the name that makes me miss you with a new intensity today.
Was it ever real, those 3 am emails after office, the morning calls for breakfast the reminders for a walk and the night full of poems sent in multiple parts over emails, texts and calls;
Did you ever realize the tears I shed when you left my silent wishes to just see you once the false stories I told myself or the poems through winds i sent the time I roamed in your city wondering if fate will intervene and bring you to my lonely world.
Was it all a lie or my imagination, I fell so hard what words did you mean from your part no matter how many times I held my heart I can only see a shattered love reflected in the pools of memory of the doomed moment,I gave you myself.
It started with the lock down. The idea had taken root much before that, I admit. But being alone at home all day and night, made me think of picking a new hobby. With the least number of materials required and the fact that I could always call my mother to give me video instructions, Knitting was the obvious choice for the new hobby. Even though I began with a dark purple yarn to knit a scarf for myself, the yarn got over before I could finish the scarf. Since I had to pick next yarn by shopping online, I chose a multicolored one this time – four yarn bundles of synthetic yarn. I should mention that this yarn type is really hard to control and it took me multiple attempts to even begin knitting. I swear if my mother was not watching me on a video call, I would have cried a little out of frustration.
This new yarn is yellow , orange , magenta , green and blue all rolled in a single ball. It compensates for the mild discomfort I feel sometimes in my shoulder after knitting. This will be another scarf ( I am going to practice only the basic stitch till I am confident in my work ), which I have decided to gift to the beautiful wife of my best friend. This young couple took care of me when I was down with flu early this year and for all the weekend meals that they have shared with me whenever I was alone at home, I could not think of a better token of my appreciation than my time making this scarf.
Someone recently asked me if it hard to learn to knit but isn’t that the fun about learning? To have a good challenge and to be able to make something with your patience, hard work, and a lot of love. I have a request from four people to make a simple scarf for them. I am already keeping a list so I do not forget or gift someone out of the order in which I got these requests. As for me, I only look forward to learning a new pattern for my next project and to mix a little white yarn to balance all this brightness.
She left love behind hidden in colors on canvas smiles follow the heart.
He’s Coming To Me (HCTM) is a supernatural BL (Boys Love) show from Thailand which has a good mystery element to it too. HCTM is the story of a boy who can see ghosts and a ghost stuck in the mortal world. In one of his earlies visits to the cemetery with his dad, Than meets the ghost Mes. Mes does not have any family to offer him ceremonial food so Than offers candy to him. From that year, he visits Mes for a few more years whenever he goes to pay his respect to his grandmother and his father whose grave is nearby to Mes.
Many years later, when Than is all grown-up, he starts visiting Mes again. This time he asks Mes the reason for being stuck on Earth as a ghost. Ideally, all souls go back to heaven and are later reincarnated. Than finds that Mes does not know the true reason for his death which might be the reason that he is still on Earth. After his last visit to the cemetery, Than feels bad about leaving Mes alone with no visitor and decides to bring Mes to his college dorm. He promises to help Mes find his identity and the reason for his death so he can leave this world.
The other prominent characters in the story are Than’s mother and his college friends – two other guys and a girl who likes Than. There are two other ghosts in the cemetery with Mes who have kept him company for all the years and offer him both good company and support when he is down.
Once Than & Mes starts living together, they form a beautiful friendship as they hang out with each other. Than teaches Mes about the changing world while Mes helps him with his studies. While Mes had no one from the outside world to meet, Than had his own reasons not to feel close to his best friends and been struggling with his thoughts. Mes helps him unburden some of these thoughts and gradually these two lonely people develop deeper feelings for each other without being too vocal about it.
Than’s & Mes attempts to find about Mes and his death add a good pace and story arc to the show. It is not just a side plot but was very integral to hooking me to this show.
HCTM starts off on a very sweet and funny note as Mes finds that the kid visiting him can not only see him but understand his requests too. The initial scenes between Than and Mes as really adorable and by the end of episode 1, one can not escape the charming Than’s infectious smile. Ohm Pawat who plays the role of Than has done a brilliant job in portraying the sweet innocent college guy who is funny, loyal and also flawed & confused as many college kids are. Singto who plays the role of Mes is already a well-known actor. His amazing acting skills can be seen in each of his impeccable expressions. Whether it is the happy puppy looks in the beginning when he first comes out of the cemetery or the scene when he realized his own feelings of this doomed love, I could not stop admiring him in the show.
The college scenes with Than & his friends are so natural, fun and much relatable in their talks and actions. One can feel that some of the supporting actors are chosen carefully and they add so much value to the show in every interaction. Than’s mother’s character is of very modern friendly mother and was quite an interesting one to watch in the show. Ohm totally shows his skills in the scene where Than comes out in front of his mother. In fact, HCTM has one of the best coming out scene among all BL shows I have seen so far.
I had heard of Singto’s brilliance before but this was my first time watching him & Ohm in any show. Their on-screen chemistry was so magnetic that one feels drawn towards this story and before you realize you are emotionally invested in their fate. I am glad I picked this show based on the plot and the fact that it is just an 8 episodes long show. This is one of the most underrated BL story
This series was the winner for LINE TV Awards 2020: Most Dramatic Scene: Ohm & Singto. [ I would not post the scene for that will be a spoiler but the award was well deserved ]
Here is a part of Ohm’s speech after accepting the award –
no matter how many times i watch this speech i always end up crying thinking about how precious and thoughtful he is. i couldn't be prouder of him pic.twitter.com/Qt2PWI6QLS