One Day...

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One day, I met you

A graceful goodbye, a

Jar full of memories

'Okay then...I'm so thankful that they upgraded my ticket and I met you because I'm not someone who travels in business class. I'll never forget this journey,' she said.

'And I'll never forget you,' he said. 'I don't remember the last time I talked so mindlessly to someone I met for the first time.'


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Jewels of memories

She takes out an old album from the closet. Smiling pictures of dear ones, in the album, are the best companion of her loneliness. They stir the reminiscences of happy days of togetherness. They evoke nostalgia and tears roll down her wrinkled cheeks.

Jewels of memories

Treasured in the safe of heart

Shine in solitude

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Very special...

At the stroke of midnight, she encircles her son in a bear hug and whispers “Happy birthday”. He turns ten today. He doesn't say a ‘Thank you’. Doesn't look at her. Just flashes a divine smile, oblivious of his mother’s love. Tears blur her vision. He’s very special to her. Yes, very special...and specially abled.....

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Different path

She tapped her skillful steps on the floor, swaying the frills in style, and envisaged looks of admiration and encouragement. She finished her dance and expected a big round of applause but met with oblivious audience, dirty looks and an aura suffused with smoke and stench of alcohol. Oh, fate led her to a different path. 

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Solitude...

Reality seems like that recurring dream, in which she finds herself running in the eerie grandeur of palatial house, where silence screams. Life lacks togetherness and liveliness. But perhaps there’s no other option. Solitude has become her only companion. Maybe she should learn to be friends her loneliness. She sighs when someone knocks the door….

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Where we are supposed to use a sentence in our post which has a pair of opposite words (Oxymoron)



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Memories....

My first attempt at 55 Fiction! written for: Write Tribe

She took out the old album and settled herself on the rest chair, her husband used to sit on. She adjusted her specs to have a look at those smiling pictures, her only companion in utter loneliness, for the millionth time. She touched them tenderly. Memories wheeled once again. Tears strolled down her wrinkled cheek.