As I opened the rusty and creaking old gate and stepped in, my feet slipped. The ground had fungi and some overgrown weed too.
The sound of the pounding surf and swimmers increased as she walked towards the sea. A tiny fiddler crab was racing back and forth along the shore
The streets were dead, eerily quiet. The flickering streetlight above his head stared at him. He glanced away and noticed trees swaying,
Sometimes when I want to cry, these damn tears don’t seem to flow. I just sob a little, drink a bottle but these tears, they just freak out.
Editor’s Choice: His attention was locked on the stream. Pebbles fell off his hand and his lips curved an oval; he was hypnotized by the wonder he had discovered. Read kids story with moral lesson – Story of friendship and hope
These breezes feel like tears, the dust pinches like needles and the sun burns me to ash. My life is lonely, heart vacant and soul unfulfilled
Endless cries wanted to break through but he was silent. Silent at his loss. Silent at his helplessness. Silent at his defeat. Silent at his rape.
We danced in the eerie silence as the sky bestowed on us its loving drops of water. Our love was an ocean of ecstasy filled with these tiny droplets only.
Rishi’s heart jumped to his neck. Not once had it ever crossed his mind that Arpita would reply so. She understood what fun he was talking about,
Editor’s Choice: It had OUR LOVE IS ABOVE RELIGIONS written by Vani. I had preserved it. She used to call it our little‘love certificate’. It was so beautiful that my lips curved a smile again.