Wondering


I keep wondering

What you might think if you knew

What I feel for you

♦♦♦

What I feel for you

All the time and everyday

With all of my heart

♦♦♦

If you knew this, then

Would you say that you also feel

The same as I do?

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Stay


Hey August,

Stay a little while longer, why don’t you? We can continue to have fun.

Sleeping till late and promising to adopt a proper routine soon everyday.

Eating junk food. Trying to control our junk food intake.

Being a complete potato couch.  Watching horror movies. Microwaving popcorn and being happy they didn’t come out burnt.

Talking to mom in the kitchen as she cooks. Dreaming about being as good as those kids in MasterChef Junior.

Feeling jealous of the people going abroad for studying. Watching little kids talking like smart adults.

Trying to write more than a couple of whiny tweets. Trying to read the books we bought. Being glued to our cellphone.

Buying pretty clothes. Trying to think of ways to pack them best. Making lists and plans.

Wanting to go to lunch with friends. Writing a bucket list. Putting everything off.

Dancing in the monsoon rain. Getting comfortable on the phone. Thinking things might be okay.

Feeling utterly confused and being too bemused to show it. Pretending we’re okay.

Being utterly terrified and too afraid to show it.

And if you don’t stay…If you go, you take it all with you…

Except the fear.

So take my hand and look me in the eye and tell me you won’t leave me. Tell me you won’t succumb to time.

Tell me you won’t leave me alone with my fear.

Tell me.

Please, August. Stay.

Escape


He looked around the room again as he dabbed the sweat on his forehead.

Lots of people milled about. Too many! But he knew this was it: it was time to run. He shouldn’t waste another seco-

He jumped at the sound of the main door banging open, stricken with panic. Too late.

A vision in white was gliding down the aisle and then in front of him. His fears seemed to melt into oblivion. He realized he’d do anything for her. He was ready to give in!

The minister cleared his throat and began: We are gathered here today…

 

(Originally written for Reader’s Digest’s 100-word Short Story Competition 2013)

Big Day


Something crashed outside loudly and the hefty wind rattled her window as well. It lit up with flashes and the sound of thunder rolled in a few seconds later. This was followed by a scream that was soon lost in the patter of rain.

She cracked one eye open.

It sounds like the world’s ending, she thought.

She was already cozy in bed and half-asleep. She had a big day tomorrow.

Little did she know there would be no tomorrow.

See It?


Mouth Flower“Don’t you see it?” he asked, almost in a whisper.

“See what?” she said loudly.

“There. Over there.” Pointing. “Among the flowers.”

“But there are flowers everywhere!” she exclaimed, gesturing with her hand.

“I know,” he said. “Look straight ahead from where we are standing. In the direction I’m pointing and you’ll see her.”

“Her?” She was clearly puzzled.

“Yes, her!” he emphasized, though still almost-whispering. “She was looking at me. She’s been looking at both of us constantly since you stopped to pick-.”

She cut him short. “Stop joking around, Brent. There’s no one here.”

“I’m not joking,” he  insisted. “She’s really there. Jen, look closely…”

He sounded somewhat desperate but her face was set.

“I’m leaving, Brent. Enough is enough, okay?”

“But…”

She had already started walking. As he began to follow Jenny, he looked back one last time. She was still staring at them. He gulped, turned around and willed himself to not stop.

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You Let Her Go


She laughed even when she didn’t want to. She didn’t cry even if she wanted to.

She decided to give everything up for you. Her plans, her preferences, her loyalties. She could be happy any which way. So why not be happy for making you happy.

She didn’t ask for much. But then again, it never occurred to her to do so. She didn’t want things to be different. She didn’t want you to be different.

But you decided it wasn’t enough. She was exactly what you had dreamed of, but she had to be exactly like you had dreamed. To sculpt her into that goddess of your dreams, that was all you wanted. Without realizing that dreams flit away the moment once you awaken from your slumber; but by then, it was too late.

You had let her go.

And she, the creature of sacrifice, the goddess from your dreams, decided you were right. Once again.

So she didn’t even look back once. And you – you let her go.

Inspired by the lyrics of “You Let Her Go – Passenger”