Sunday, 18 August 2013

Tiny Miscalculation (Trifextra: Week Eighty-One)

“You are like spring, most cherished of all the four seasons “.
“Actually, where I come from, there are five, I assume you have missed monsoon”.
 “…..”.

“She’s way out of your league man”.

Sunday, 4 August 2013

Rotten Luck ( Trifextra : Week Seventy-Nine)




"Say it already, or your face will turn blue ".
"I told you so”, she said dryly.
"Let’s run before somebody sees your masterpiece, hurry! “.
“Treasure was supposed to be here " ,he sighed .

Tuesday, 9 July 2013

Sweet Nothings ( Trifecta Week : Eighty-Five )

We spend our whole lives just living, the same manner, same people, and life just passes by, and then, sometimes everything just stops for a moment, you freeze and can almost count your breath, batting of your eyelashes.
And that’s how I had felt  the first time I saw him  , no words or customary glances were exchanged , and yet I could feel my heart beating against my chest .

I admit it was a strange experience ,having never really fancied a person of flesh and blood but only those tucked in corners of my sweet smelling books , I felt my world had somehow melted  , I almost hated him .
He slept with his mouth wide open , talked  too much , and never seemed to lack female company , it annoyed me to a great extent ,I willed myself not  to look at him or offer any sign of acquaintance .

But good things only last as long as they do, little by little my armor started breaking, I began to notice him more often. He did not help any further by appearing everywhere I went.Even his casual glance or query made me fly ,my toes would curl and it took every ounce of will not to show it .

I know for a fact that I am nothing that could live up to him , I am still an overgrown child who is clinging to her childish antiques cause she is quite afraid of future and he is a man .
Surprisingly I don't feel heartbroken either , I even feel grateful knowing that I am capable of such emotion ,  however I cannot bear being his friend .

As of now I am quite uncertain of my future, my passions , but I know one thing with conviction, I will never forget him, I will tuck him in my memory with care along with all the fictional men I have ever fancied and that is saying a lot in itself , wouldn't you say .

Tuesday, 11 June 2013

AT DAWN (Trifecta: Week Eighty-One )

  
It was raining heavily outside; this was common in the country.
She loved the  rain , and the aftermath , the smell of earth ,it's freshness , it reminded  her of those days  when she  would dance fearless in the rain, nothing weighing her down , liberated and open to anything .
It was a pity that it didn't last forever.
"But I am here now, and for a purpose “.
She had to remind her self consistently that there was no other option than staying there.
She missed her home, her mother’s laughter, father’s stern glances,  their bickering,  associations she had formed over the years; she even missed the neighbor’s vicious cat with an innocent face that could melt an iceberg.
And here she was million miles away, following her dreams .She wondered if it was worth the price.
There were days she just wanted to leave everything and  run away like a child, and every time her father's words stopped her.
“I know that in this world finding your place is the most difficult thing to do, I am proud of you for doing this .
Even her mother who was overly cautious about everything supported her ,and never even once spoke of missing her fearing that it might weaken her .
She gathered her wits and tried to live each day one day at a time , she owed it to them and above all to herself .
She looked outside and her face relaxed, the dawn had brought along a beautiful companion ,it's colours running across the sky like a never-ending dream .
It's light illuminated her lonely heart; she blew away a  kiss hoping that it would reach home and whisper endearingly  that she would be back soon.

Saturday, 1 June 2013

Witness ( Trifecta : Week Seventy )

“When younger I wondered, if one could witness what those people endured from up here, safely ".
“ And now ? “.

“I just want one to witness mine ", She said with sadness lingering in her eyes.

Wednesday, 29 May 2013

Anything but Ordinary

It is said a known Devil is always better than the unknown .What they don’t tell is how heavy the chains of unknown feel like, your senses tend to blur, even dreams offer no comfort but tend to reprimand  ,it feels similar to a person quenching with thirst looking for quantum of solace.
People tend to scorn at you for paying attention to ridiculous things, mostly blaming you for being over ambitious, yet all you feel is tiredness, aghast at how one is willing to live and make peace with mediocrity. On most days it seems you are walking among dead, unaware souls who appear so blissful that one questions their own sanity.
Being a strong believer of virtue and will within humans, you just want to find your place in this world.
It is not luxury or fame that you desire, but a believe that you are capable of something, that you won’t pass from this world just as you came .You wish to feel redeemed, worthy of your existence .You wish to love something from the bottom of your heart and give a shape to it with your hands, like a mother would groom her child.
It is the hardest things to desire for; it has no price tag, and no one can provide it to you.
So one tends to alienate oneself, keep digging for it, earning a few disappointments and valuable lessons on the journey, failures gripping at your neck like snakes, and desperately hoping that someday destiny reveals itself for better.

And all I have to say is that if you are so, you are not alone, just keep hanging in there. I am sure you will be just fine.


Tuesday, 14 May 2013

Deliberate act of Kindness

Trifecta Week Seventy-Seven 

This weeks challenge :

DELIBERATE
1: characterized by or resulting from careful and thorough consideration <a deliberate decision>
2: characterized by awareness of the consequences<deliberate falsehood>
3: slow, unhurried, and steady as though allowing time for decision on each individual action involved <a deliberate pace>

Remember:
  • Your response must be between 33 and 333 words. 
  • You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post. 
  • The word itself needs to be included in your response. 
  • You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above. 




This was something i was itching to  write :).
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Deliberate act of Kindness 

His sunken eyes, pale skin made her painfully aware of him .She tried not to think of days, he had stood tall, cruel lines of his jaw which chose words carefully to inflict scars on her.
It took her sometime to realize that this deliberate act of cruelty was how he had chosen to love her.
More than she knew his heart broke each time her eyes would swell with tears that  dared not to betray her .She had seen his anger and disappointment ,but never his pride and love .
And now it was too late, he was there, lifeless, a shadow of this former self. It tore her apart to know that she would never be able to tell him that she had finally understood why.
Being a politician’s daughter was never easy, they had no life of their own, especially the honorable ones, that truly cared.
Her father had been such and had always found himself isolated .So he chose to break her in little pieces himself before the world could and teach her to pick them herself , even though it meant alienating her .
And she had been foolish, youthful, addicted to fairy tales; she had just wanted a knight with shining armour to sweep her off her feet. She used to picture herself as a damsel in distress with a tyrant father who enjoyed making her miserable.
Her foolishness had cost him his life, yet his final words to her was that even though he had not been the best; she should know that no one had loved her more.
As the final rituals were completed, she whispered to him “Father, I would sacrifice anything to have you stand by me, do the pass de deux with you in the waltz of this politics”.
She insanely expected him to answer back and say “Foolish girl, you must never show vulnerability “.
She wiped her tears, and swore to set things right, there was no going back now.