Life Sentence #WriteBravely

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Samit stood at the window. Outside, it was raining cats and dogs.

The weather reflected his mood, the uncertainty of the situation eating into his peace of mind.

He tried hard to disguise his feelings about the hopelessness of the situation but failed miserably.

Gloomily he looked at the road below and a thought began to grow in the back of his mind.

He looked again. Longer this time with steely determination in his eyes.

No, it will not be a death sentence, rather a life sentence for him.

Yes, he will push himself to live till his last breath.

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Day 3 – Terminal

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Lock Away the Memories #WriteBravely

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A voice reprimands, but do I heed it? I turn back nevertheless and let the mind wander through the lanes that are familiar and nostalgic. I re-play the moments of the past, turn memories over and over with hope that they turn live again. But they remain frozen in time as eyes shine bright with unshed tears.

I wipe the tears of love that did not last and a time that now is past.

It’s time to lock away the memories of the past from the light of the day and dark of the night to live and smile again!

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Day 2 – Nostalgic

The Homecoming

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She felt their judgmental eyes on her. She knew that they knew.

And that was sufficient to bring the monsters of the past to raise their ugly heads.

The memories of the past slipped back into her mind and engulfed it completely with fear and pain.

She ran away from all the physical and the mental demons into the dark and quiet of the long room.

As she breathed in deeply, the musty and the woody smell acted as a tonic for her frazzled nerves.

The words around her gave her the much-needed escape, comfort and strength.

It was homecoming…

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Linking this to Writing Wednesdays at Write Tribe for the Prompt  “The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.” ― Maya Angelou

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Delayed Connection

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I’m sitting by the window, waiting for a piece of my young adult life to walk in through the door.

As if on cue, he’s wading through the sea of tables and fellow diners.

His eyes light up on seeing me and before the pleasantries, he gives his reason for being late, just like before.

We talk about a million things and fall into an uncomfortable silence when it’s time to leave.

And at that very moment, I realize that I’ve never stopped loving him.

I stare at him in shocked silence, when he says, “I’ve never stopped loving you.”

Linking this to Writing Wednesdays at Write Tribe. Today’s prompt is a Wordle consisting of 10 words. From these words, use a minimum of 4 to a maximum of 10 words in the post.

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The One That Got Away

Today’s prompt for #FridayReflections is…

“Then I wondered if everybody has that person that haunts them, the one that got away.”― Marlon James, A Brief History of Seven Killings

The first thought that comes to my mind when I think about ‘the one that got away’  is unrequited love. But it could be about the missed opportunities, or the relationships that didn’t work out, as well.

‘The one that got away’ brings to my mind the thought that a relationship or an opportunity should have worked but somehow it didn’t turn out as per the expectations and their paths diverged.

How would one feel about ‘the one that got away’? What would be the dominant feeling? Would it be regret or hurt or pain or doubt or…? Would the various ‘could have been’ scenarios create havoc in the head? Would the heart shed silent tears?

I remember writing a 100 word story on this very thought a few years ago, which I believe is apt for this prompt. So here’s a rehash of an old post…

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La douleur exqise*… the words that explained how he felt.

He knew that she would never be his. But when does love follow rules?

For months, he felt a heavy stone on his heart, with sad tears washing it.

The pain was killing him and he believed that he’d never get over her.

Then just like a new day, change came his way.

He realized that he was done with regrets. He had to move on.

He understood that some people can be a part of your history but never your destiny!

Slowly, he felt his heart begin to heal…

*La douleur exqise – It means, the heart wrenching pain of wanting affection of someone unattainable.

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The Lost Cause

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They cried till they could cry no more.

The search for their missing son in the four corners of the earth was fruitless, no suspects were ever identified. patomskycr001-11

Seeing some commotion on their farmland one morning, they pushed their way through the crowd to find a circular spot which had turned barren overnight. In the middle of it lay their son, fast asleep with his head on his arm.

After their fifteen minutes of fame, the return of their son was a fly in the ointment for them.

When asked about his disappearance, he always answered, “I had gone home”.

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Be Yourself

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I looked up as a luxury car stopped near me.

A girl stepped out.

‘Why is she dressed like a hobo?’, I wondered.

She had that vibe of rebelliousness with confidence that shone through her.

I smiled as I could relate to that.

I grabbed a pair of scissors and gave myself a new look…. a bit of knee-exposed skin with some calculated tears, styled with the only pair of shoes I had.

I believe, clothes are not meant just to cover yourself, they are also meant to express yourself, not because you have to, but because you want to.

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A Love Not Lost

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I can’t say our life together has been a smooth sailing, because I’d be lying if I did. There have been too many ups and downs… our hurts and tears give competition to the smiles and laughter. I know, it’s easy to look the other way, but let’s take the time to believe that we don’t hate each other. Let’s make believe that we love each other still. Because when we do that and look into each other’s eyes for just a bit longer, you’ll see that I’m not pretending and may be you will realize that neither are you!

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The Awakening

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It’s dark and cloudy with rains lashing relentlessly since morning. It’s as if the sky understands my state of mind and is crying with me.

The wind outside is howling and raging, matching the swirling unease of my soul.

As the day drags on, I keep looking at the door… wondering, hoping…

I know, you are not coming back, but I’m not able to stop myself from waiting.

I look out of the window, as another brutal wave of loneliness engulfs me.

Suddenly the reality of being rejected, unwanted and abandoned hits me, just like this house across the street.

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Change It Up

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Tough times don’t come with a warning like dark gloomy clouds or flashing neon sign. But they do come, after all, life’s ups require life’s downs… the rising and crashing waves are part of the same ocean. During these hard times, the challenges he faced were great. The solutions were not in plain sight. Could he let this situation destroy him? No, for he knew that hard things do turn soft after a while. He focussed on what he could control, not what he could not. So, he just went about to keep high aspirations, moderate expectations, and small needs.

Linking this to the Wordy Wednesday @ Blog-A-Rhythm – Sentence Prompt -Keep high aspirations, moderate expectations, and small needs. -William Howard Stein

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