Strangers on a Train

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Oblivious to the chatter in the train, I’m lost in solving mystery along with Detective Fletcher.

Suddenly, I hear this voice. It’s one of those bassy baritones that’s heard on radio.

His voice mesmerizes me.

I try to picture how he’d look.

And there he is, all modelesque but in a timeless manner.

Guess what, he sits across from my seat.

My eyes are restrained by the head, forcing them not to ogle at him.

Is he avoiding me too, I wondered?

We said ‘Bless you’ in unison when a co-passenger sneezed.

Our eyes met.

And we needed no words.

Every Once In A While #writebravely #celebratewritetribe

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Every once in a while, I close my eyes and you’re all that I see, smiling down on me.

Every once in a while, I dream about you and dream some more, about our life together.

Every once in a while, I look at our pictures and remember the frozen moments of our life.

Every once in a while, I let my eyes be washed by tears, to see life with a clearer view once again.

Every once in a while, I do all these again remembering our love and all things which could have been but would never be!

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I’m Writing Bravely for the Write Tribe Festival of Words – March 2019

Day 7 : One Word Prompt – Grief

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Trust #writebravely #celebratewritetribe

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It was well within his reach. He was tempted to pick it. But looked away the next instant.

A small voice grew loud in his head and in a split of a second invaded it.

He stretched his hand and grabbed it hungrily. With a touch of fingertip, he hurriedly though systematically went about accomplishing his mission.

So engrossed he was that he didn’t hear the bathroom door open. Their eyes met. Hers  flashed with anger, his with embarrassment.

With head in his hands and eyes shut tight, he realized trust, like the soul, never returns once it is gone.

I’m Writing Bravely for the Write Tribe Festival of Words – March 2019

Day 6 : One Word Prompt – Trust