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the Shot

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“You are being crazy.”
“Maybe. And you are starting to irritate me”
“How dare you, I have been posing here and there and everywhere ..”
“Because you like your pictures”
“My face deserves your camera. Why should I scale this bridge for a back shot?”
“Because that’s the prompt, Love”

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Written for Twittering Tales#155 and Six sentence Story

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Walk of shame ..

Bestie : Why are you walking like this ?
Me : like what ?
B : Umm.. like different ..
M *obviously panicking* : different .. ha ha .. no , no , not at all.
B: Nopes, I know your walk. This is not you. Oh my god , did you ?
M *pretending hard to ignore*
B: Oh yes , you did. You did it again.
M: I did nothing.
B : What’s the count this time ? How was it , tell now !
M *giving up* : I lost a drunk bet for 100 squats. I can’t wait to get my thighs back to normal now.
B: Don’t. I like your slow walk. I have to run in my heels otherwise to catch up !
M: You are a sadist, you know !
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This post is written for Reena’s Exploration Challenge. And slightly true event with me 😣

I think of you. always.

The below poem in hindi was written prompted by a thought about the love of my life :

metro ke khali dabbe me,jab awaazein saaf sunai padti hain,
kabhi kabhi koi baat,kaano me pad jaati hai,
koi sawaal aisa sun leti hoon, jo dil ko choo jaata hai,
kal ek thaki hui awaaz ne bola,waqt kahan milta hai kisi ko yaad karo ?
aur main muskura uthi, main to har waqt usko yaad karti hoon,
ya yun kaho, har khoobsurat ehsaas me wo khud hi yaad aa jaata hai.

[ And below is the translation ( sort of) ]

Travelling in the metro,
when you can overhear,
some random bit of talk,
or questions that find
a way straight to heart –
“where does one have time
to miss some one”
a tired voice asks,
and I can not help but smile,
’cause I miss him all the time –
his words ,smile or name
is just there always,
with every beautiful desire,
every feeling of him I share.

Linked to dVerse Poetics , Sunday Whirl

Loved and lost

Love was no longer a word,
it was him, me and “the world”
we belong , we do;stay strong , will you ?
the monologues continue,
but love was never lost;
it was us against what not.

 

You would hope It to remain,
I did.
not him.

You think I am broke ?
Of course I am.
and him.

 

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Written for Imaginary Garden‘s prompt : breaking the fourth wall.

Also linked to G-Man’s fridayflash 55

Bridge-d talks

Breaking the silence of the deserted park, she heard her cell vibrate. A message from him – “Can I get MY Khushi* back?”
She smiled, the first thought being,he finally saw that she has changed.At the same time,she was troubled with the emphasis on “my”. She knew she could not ignore the message, neither was she in the mood to reply yet. She looked down from where she stood, in the center of the bridge.she loved the reflection, the semi arc in and out of water, completing a whole circle. She called it the eye to her heart and soul. Standing on the bridge, she always thought there was another Khushi inside the pond. The one who was just like her but a bit stronger at times.If she was the body and mind, the one in the pond was her heart and soul.She smiled at her own reflection , her soul part and typed the reply, “We both knew the rules.With time, the rules had to change.We knew that too, right ?”

A leaf fluttered from the nearest branch and fell into the pond, disturbing her reflection, like the trouble waves in her heart.
Almost same time, she got another message, “I do not know what to say. Did i offend you or something ?”

It was time she faced her reality. She braced herself against the cold air as she sat down on the bridge, her back against the sun kissed railing, and typed :
“No, its not what you said or what you did not say. Talks of my wedding are going on at home. And with that hunt, the tension is high around me. I just can not concentrate on others right now. Better be left alone.”
A minute passed before the cell buzzed again, “You can not tell me who I should leave alone and when”
He was impossible, she knew, “Neither I intend to do that. I just need to sort my life at this moment, get into the routine of meeting strangers , weighing the pros and cons of any proposal based on I don’t know what, be prepare to be misunderstood at times and still deal with being rejected ’cause I lack the beauty and poise of a lady [ according to my relatives] and when I finally get married,  maybe then, I can try being the one you liked.”
she felt anger pierce the calmness she came for, to this place.
“But you will not be mine, any more.”
“You friend will still be yours.”, she typed, not knowing where that conviction appeared from.
“I shall wait to have her back, then.”
“Ok.”
“You could have told me all this before.”

“I know”, she typed but then deleted it. She never was going to tell him any of this. She could not tell it to any person who knew her better than this guy. She stood up straight, done with the weekly dose of contemplation, aided today by his questions. Determined to make the best out of her days, and to not let these feelings come to surface again, she finally inhaled in the beauty and stillness of being in that moment at that lovely place..

With a smile, she wave good bye to her reflection and walked towards home.She had to make true of her name.

*Khushi is one of my favorite names. It means joy/happiness.

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Prompted @ 3WW , Sunday Picture Press , Inspiration Monday

Submitted also to Theme Thursday

Just my Imagination

Where were you last night ?I  tried to reach you ..
I forgot my cell.
Where did you go ?
I went to a party with a lady friend.
you were with her all night ?
Yes.It was fun.
Oh!
You said Its cool. Right ?
Umm.. NO!
Ha ! Knew that.Was testing you.
So the lady..
Just my Imagination. 😉

Inspired by one of my fav track “Just my Imagination” which also was the first thing i was reminded of from letter J.

Submitted to Friday flash55 & Z to A challenge – J

Closed Eyes

“you always close your eyes” he laughed!

“what do you seek in my eyes” she asked

“myself”

“you are”

“i can’t see it when we kiss”

“Crazy!”

“i know”

“remember the first time we met”

“we were seven”

And together they laughed at the precious memory – the first,innocent kiss.

Love was their destiny.

Prompted @ Thursday Tales

Also submitted to Friday Flash 55

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when the match started

tring tring….

he picks up the call…. (without looking at the number for sure coz he waits for me to speak)

“watching the match,are you”, i finally speak.

“hmmm..” (nothing more, all concentration is on match)

“I am bored”

“So … ”

“so means … ”

“so what do you expect from me umbrella lady” (guess is that the match was paused for some reason,that’s why the attention on me)

“talk to me Mr couch potato”

“can that wait some time … why don’t you go online and talk to other friends ?” ( now getting irritated;  i love this)

“most of the guys are busy with world cup match and the girls off to sleep”

“and what do you think i will prefer now”

“of course you want me to get lost and leave you alone with your tv”

“how intelligent !”

“i know … but i won’t do that”

“how mean ! do i ever disturb you when you are watching some movie .. that too on your laptop”

“no.. you don’t. thats one more reason i love you”

“and i hate you right now”

“i know” (laughing now)

“Gal … keep the phone now .. i swear i will kill you when i meet you next”

“is it ?? ok ! will see about it when we meet”

“you not gonna let me watch the match, is it ??”

“ok ok .. go on .. as if you were not doing that all this while”

“i was .. but not *peacefully*”

“fuck off”

“thank you” (and so ended the call)

I was anyway happy just to hear him ! 😀

And then i went back to my studies 🙂