Often I find my thoughts
Subjected to microscope
Of my own history with you –
Pastel walls surround Me,
on the corner table with metal chairs,
next to the only window in the cafe,
I see under the natural light,
Across the road I see you,
throwing smiles at everyone
picking flowers and coffee
I follow your path to me
One more time or last, I wonder;
My feet lead me here, again
even with a new name and address
memories refuse to leave me,
this window, this corner, our breakup
Inspired by NaPoWriMo day 2 & Linked to Open Link Night @ Dverse
“You can’t love me,you can’t talk about me and you certainly will not search me if I am gone”
“You mean, when you are gone” , she corrected him
He frowned. Did she even understand what he had just said , he wondered.
As if reading his mind, she smiled and typed a little more
“You can not stop me from loving you ,rest I will promise to follow. But am telling you, this is not the last time you will hear from me”and then she logged out from that id forever. She knew he would delete his account immediately.
Years later she published a book and her interviews filled the papers. He smiled looking at her photograph. He would have to read the book; she was bound to write about him, to him.
This is my 100(ish) word story for
Check other #fridayfotofiction linked to Tina’s posts here.
My previous short fiction posts are here.
One look at the cover and I was in love with it. Add to the fact that I love Pigeons. [ They are said to live with one partner all the life and can find their mate from anywhere. ]
Knowing this, I expected story of two such people who like pigeons seek love and finally find it right where they began looking for it.
Aditya , a sikh guy whose name was converted in his early years is an ambitious , proud and kind person who is forced to make some choices against his values and morals.
Radhika , a girl from small town who married for all wrong reasons and circumstances , widowed at the age of thirty tow is unsure how to spend the life ahead even if she is finally free to do anything.
These are the pigeons who meet , depart , meet again , love , hurt , still love and still miss each other , no matter when and where life takes them. Sid has beautifully linked the memories and flashback scenes to the events in present. hoe certain things and days are meant to be dedicated to only your past and nothing makes sense those times.
Along the protagonists , the other characters are as much true to their character sketch and nature as detailed by the author. I like each one of them in whatever role they were assigned – the servants , the friends , the people who became catalyst in the events unfolding in way they did or even the people who remotely had no influence on the events but were still a part of it.
I really enjoyed the alternating narration and the flashback modes ’cause it kept me wondering what changed these two nice people to become who they are right now. It was like meeting them at a coffee place and some how listening to their life story. I judged them on some pages , cried for Radhika at another , smiled for Aditya’s love and there was some satisfaction when the book ended.
Like , there was still hope for love. Hope for second and third chances , if only you believed.
My rating : 9/10
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“I will always be with you” , It was a promise they had both made. She skimmed through the pages of her diary , trying to read through her flood of thoughts, finding it hard to imagine, she missed the signs in plain sight. Tears fell on the pink pages, turning them a shade darker yet the ink stayed. Her frail body swayed with each sob yet she kept looking at the cellphone screen, expecting any text or call from him. She expected his scent to fill the doorway any moment, but he did not come or call.
“I will always be with you” , It was a promise they had both made and yet she had strayed. She did not deserve being forgiven, yet she hoped he would understand. Just once, she cried, just once.
Linked to sunday Scribbling , Sunday Whirl , Two shoes Tuesday
You I drink from the night;
Myself I relish,like the old wine;
I drink your shadows in the light;
My soul i refill and feed upon alike;
Shared with Open Link night – The only place for which I rarely miss writing and reading !
“I always thought, you would be married by now.” , he said, smiling at her.
“I hoped so too”, she replied, avoiding his gaze.
“Then why not ? I told you I don’t love you”, he said little impatiently.
“You should have said , I did , not do”
And they both laughed. All was still same.
This was inspired by my own story “Wait” , for which I thought this could be an alternate ending.
Also linked to G-Man’s friday flash55
Often he thinks,
how she would remember him;
the voice that filled her
or the silence she talked,
the images on her laptop
or the blurred ones in heart,
the kiss of first meeting
or the awkward hug of last,
Will he find himself
Dissected on canvas sheets?
as she tries to paint the feelings
her words failed to express,
Will he be branded as the lava
that burnt into her defenses
and left her marked forever
without fear of consequence.
or will he deserve forgiveness
in the name of forgotten past
and be just a name to her
not even the way she called.
And he laughs loudly
at his desperate thoughts
that walked away to be forgotten
and now desire not to be lost.
This poem was inspired from the lines
“Will he find himself,
Dissected on canvas sheets?”
from a poem by MindlovesMisery .