It had just rained and the scent lingered around accompanied by soft breeze. The sun was moving down the hills and the day was drawing close. The silence between us was deafening. I tried to look into her eyes as to know what her mouth was unable to utter but she didn't meet my gaze. We sat in silence for our hearts were paining. "What if you forget me after you leave?" she asked breaking the silence. I looked at her and a tear trickled down her eyes. I hugged her as tightly as I could. I was unable to articulate an answer for what she had asked. How I felt like literally opening my heart in front of her to assure her. Assure her that I could forget anything but her. How I felt like crying for leaving her. Leaving her only with a hope of reuniting. How I felt like breaking down in front of her on being asked such a question. I wanted to say so much but somehow the only thing I was able to say was "never"
Last night, Amma brought home a stranger she fell in love with in Kedarnath. There was he standing at the door, sniffing the hopeful air of a new home. His ears pressed against the walls, listening to horrific stories that had quietly defeaned my childhood. The scar on his right cheek is exactly the size of my Abba's forehead. It spoke to me that just like Abba, he loves to kiss death's lips and run away. In the veranda, the sound of Amma breaking her bangles turned into a thundering and Abba's picture fell off the shelf. Amma ate the glass and bled on the inside. Before I could utter a word, she gave me a hug and whispered that on the pilgrimage, she finally found someone who'd clean all the mess. I went on the terrace and drunk Abba's most precious rum. Raised a toast to the sky and said, "You really fucked her up." Abba smiled, then cried and replied , "I know. I wish I hadn't." . Featured Faraway Storyteller @aliterarysoul Artwork by @bhattchin #storyteller#shortstory#writersofinstagram#writerscommunity#creativewriting#wordsmith#spilledink#fictionwriter#microfiction#authorsofinstagram#farawayfiction
Short Fiction by @wordsthatineversaid I had come home for my summer break. I had a month to just relax and rejuvenate from the exhaustive trimester at college. I lived in a colony that was surprisingly devoid of anyone of my age group. I was dying to make some new friends. Just then, I saw this girl in a balcony of a house across mine. She was having her morning tea in her loose t-shirt and shorts. She had messy hair, but her skin was flawless, I mean how does on look like that when you just get up. I wouldn’t even look like that on the best of days. Leaving my self image out of the way, for the time being, I thought of striking a conversation with her, and I was surprised that I just yelled “Hey, whatsup?” across the road. She just laughed and continued to sip her tea. She then said, “do you always pick up girls, like they’re deaf?” I laughed too. There was an instant connection, humour had united us. Later that day, we decided to meet, her house it was, for a minute I thought, she wanted me to meet her family, but she had different plans. No one was at home. She took me ‘straight’ to her room. You know, they say love is labelled poison that we still end up consuming, so I consumed. We talked for a bit and then ending up making out on her bed. Before I knew it, my clothes had come off. She was still in her sexy lingerie. She liked to be on top, planting kisses all over my neck. Her skin really was flawless, in my passion, I slowly dug my nails all over her back, but gently, she got really turned on. Our hot bodies touched each others and started their own conversation. It was getting rather steamy, when I asked her, “you’re not going to remember me or my name when I go back to college, right?” She smiled and said, thirty days of pure passion like this with you, that’s what most people get in a life time. Why would I want more?