Originally posted on IDLE MUSER (aka Aditi):
Out of thousands of days that you live, some days are special, days that are unforgettable, days that are cherished forever. When I woke up that day, I knew how different it was going to be. After all, it was our anniversary. And, like always, I and Jackson…
Tag: Short Story
The Cheesy Couple
DISCLAIMER– This is a piece of fiction; not a fragment of my real-life experiences. As Joseph and Lisa crossed the bridge, people around heaved a sigh of relief. Now, why is that? Let’s rewind a bit to this couple’s journey on that bridge. With hand-in-hand, fingers entwined, and smiles on their lips, Lisa and Joseph…
I will remember the Day.
Do you still remember the day you left me here, for a city miles away, to chase your faraway luscious dream? Of course, you do. But, think hard, do you really remember the day, the girl in a yellow dress? Who was mumbling something not audible and you failed to read those quivering lips, remember…
The Window Man
DISCLAIMER: This is a piece of fiction. I, in the story below, doesn’t refer to me, i.e. Aditi (Idle Muser); I, hereafter, is the unknown narrator of the story. Dear reader, before I start narrating you this fragile segment of my life, I’d implore you to not judge me for any of my then thoughts…
It is not Love-PART (2/2)
First things first. First parts first. So, here is the one for this longer short story. I do not think I should have had written that letter in the first place. And even if I had, I should have been responsible enough to at least make sure that the right letter was in the right envelope….
It is not Love-PART (1/2)
It is not love. No, it is not, that I’m sure of. Now when I lie in the bed, beside my husband, I am reminded, yet again, that it is not love. I love my husband, not him. Things have always been like this; something happens urging a wave of memories to hit my shore;…
Will there be a Six?
I turned 5 yesterday. Instead of blowing candles, I blew dust off of my 2-year-old sister. She didn’t get hurt but got scared and started crying. I calmed her down, I shushed her, I caressed her back, her hairs, but all went in vain. She cried and cried and cried for hours. Pain of a…
An Abandoned Special Kid
I was a special kid, I always believed. Even Ms. Braganza used to say- you’re my special child- often. But today, the way I see it, I don’t know if I really am special or special was just a euphemism. After I started becoming a part of social gatherings- by which I mean school- I…
Immortal Love
Out of thousands of days that you live, some days are special, days that are unforgettable, days that are cherished forever. When I woke up that day, I knew how different it was going to be. After all, it was our anniversary. And, like always, I and Jackson had our plans. Sunrays sneaked in through…
Arrivederci!
‘Things were going to be fine. Didn’t you say that?’ he said with the same old innocence and recent lucid grief in his eyes. ‘Isn’t it fine, Ron? Look at me,’ she said, ‘It’s all fine,’ and shifted closer to Ron, who was sitting on the bench with a flower in one hand. Ron…
