Her wishes for Christmas had always been modest. And to her surprise, Santa always knew what she had wished for. In the morning, she would always find the very thing she had fancied the night before while going to sleep. The first time that she remembered of this was when she was six. Though she only has a hazy memory of that time. She can recollect that she was too excited while unwrapping the thin gaudy paper from around a small yet cute doll. And then there was a rare wide smile on her mother’s usually tired face seeing her girl’s happiness. The trend set had continued through all these years. One day though a girl from her school almost ruined it all for her, by some grown-up talk. But she covered her ears and ran away. And now, she had turned fifteen. This year too she went to bed on the Christmas eve after hanging her old socks at the window, with half faith and half hope that she will have the thing she has been wishing for, the next morning. And thus she quietly lay there on her bed, thinking. Did she still believe in Santa? Of course, she did. She had to. After all through all these years he had always gifted her what she had wished for. That priceless smile of her mom on the Christmas morning, while her daughter opened another small humble gift.
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The Sound Of Silence
Okay so today like so many times we fought. No broken china spilled curry or even blood. No torn notebooks or splinters of what used
to be beautiful cellphones with crystal display showing the radiant face of the lover. There was none of that shit, no residue war-cry, nothing.
There was only silence. Static-stoic-solid.
That wrung my innards till bile gushed with every breath in tiny volcanic spurts and more silence that saturated me to a point
where my head hit the door knob thrice while wanting to get out
of the crapper that got smaller every five minutes.
Never knew what she meant when she asked me to go away from her, memory lapse I would say.
I did not have one, not without her, if you meant the box or may be hell.
Fair enough though.
Solitary that is but of course.
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He suddenly ended up on that social networking site. He didn’t know that its going to end up somewhere he wouldn’t come back from. He met that stranger friend over that website. They possibly never met. They were from different cities and totally different streams of studies. They just talked to each other formally and started becoming good friends. They just had the idea about each other’s field, family and nature. Less they knew but closer they became in no time.
One day that stranger friend suddenly stopped communicating with him. He was amazed but then he knew he wasn’t wrong at his place. He wasn’t aware about anything but he moved on in his life and became normal but missed that stranger friend which brought a smile on his face. He wanted that the stranger should come back but that stranger never turned back. One day he met that stranger in a train but didn’t know that the one he met was the same friend he used to talk on the website. Since then they started remaining in touch via calls and messages just as the stranger didn’t gave any information about being online or not.
Their friendship still continues. They meet often when in each other’s cities. They still don’t know about each other but he got the idea that friend is the same stranger but doesn’t want to lose the friendship. So he let it go as it is.
Life sometimes goes in a very strange way and what we should do sometimes is just accept the way it is. Makes it better to survive.
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The Silent Talk
She wondered if he would save them if hard times were to come. She secretly wondered if ‘they’ meant as much to him as it meant to her. She wondered if he really meant it when he had said that she means him his life.
He sat silently. He too knew of what could be coming. But he was calm. All choices had been long made. In fact there were no choices, there never were. There were epiphanies rather, epiphanies that had told him that there were no choices.
The truth was he didn’t love her as much as he loved his life. He loved her so much, that the endearment he had for himself, wouldn’t qualify to be labelled as love.
She was the everything he could have ever asked for… and even beyond.
He could wrap himself around her and die through a thousand of most painful deaths before let smallest of harms even touch her. Even as the last of those deaths pierced through him, he would hold her tightest in that last moment he would get, so that his lifeless body cramped around her to protect her beyond. His final Love… his second mother… his first daughter… and his only God.
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….mebbe this would justify the end
The End for a New Beginning
We are constantly fascinated by new ideas as and when they align with our views, #Micro Fiction an innovative concept was such a great idea. I hope that the experimentation and dialogues on each micro fiction helped us to be more interconnected with each other. The real inspiration behind any idea comes from the community engage with that idea. And, I would really like to thank Aditi for coming up such a great idea and all its participants who made it their part.
The pressure is always there to keep performing and to be in a certain way, and we fail every day. You always come up short of your expectations. Not every day will be your best, but to know when to retire and wait to retire is a choice person has. I personally believe Aditi is really a winner here to retire the idea at the exact point where she knows it’s the right thing to do.
I am waiting for Aditi or someone from the group to come up with a new novel idea which will inspire us to contribute more to the world. Though its time to move on… It’s not the end… It’s the End for the New Beginning.
I just have two words for all my readers and contributors…