Anchit Sharma

“In the Dark” by Anchit Sharma

It was a lovely Tuesday. I had just retired from my shift when it happened.Well hello!I am Somdutt, and I am tired all the time. I love my job, and it never gets boring. I used to work as a waiter at a local restaurant, and I had been doing great until now. I am a student of English Literature, and I am currently pursuing a major in the same.So, as I was telling you, I used to be a waiter, and I have been working my ass off to pay for my studies. I am a poet, a writer and also a critique for a monthly magazine. I work and write for money, an...

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“The Ethereal Dream: Part 2” by Anchit Sharma

It had been six months since Annabeth and I had last talked. Life was going on and on, I was still playing the piano, but all were like waste by then. I had lost the only reason for all that I was doing. I would sometimes run into her on the street and she acted like a total stranger, and so did I for some time until the pain was unbearable. Once I followed her after she was out from Ikea, where we accidentally hit each other. We looked into each other for a second, and then she tore her gaze and spoke to the floor, “I am sorry dude, I didn’...

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“The Ethereal Dream: Part 1” by Anchit Sharma

Submitted to Contest #70

I was sitting by my piano, crying for I lost the only person that I started playing the piano for in the first place. Her name was Annabeth. I loved her so very much and wanted to make her proud of me, but I forgot in all the countless hours of practice that even relationships need effort and patience, just like anything else.It was October 23, when we first met. She was a person, just so perfect for me. She liked classical music, but not loved it as much as I did. When we first met, we had an almost hour-long discussion on who was better, H...

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“Midnight love” by Anchit Sharma

Submitted to Contest #68

It was dawn, and the sun was just about to rise. The wintery dew, over the leaves, made it look much more beautiful than it really should have been and the lake just reflected the reddish glow of the sunlight. “ Don’t you think it is beautiful? The morning sunlight and us, together, apart from the mayhem of mankind?” Emma sighed. “ Boy, you can be so poetic and philosophical, that it can nearly knock someone off guard if one was not used to it already,” Arthur said in amazement. They were both holding hands, sitting quietly near the la...

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“For some stars never fade” by Anchit Sharma

Submitted to Contest #51

It was mid-July. The sky was clear and he was there, sitting on the wall of his balcony, gazing at stars, making patterns. He was deep in thoughts when he heard a door open in distance. 'They must be home', he thought. There was indistinct chattering downstairs, and he heard the movement of chairs in somewhere near the kitchen, definitely in kitchen, he soon realised. No one has noticed his absence, maybe he wasn't supposed to be here, after all, he thought when suddenly he heard the door of the balcony open and he sensed movement behind him...

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“Lost Love” by Anchit Sharma

Even now when I look back into time, I feel maybe she was not the one I deserved. love is a pain and a cure to pain itself, I learned, but no one told me, it was the angst of your mind because of which you fell in love for.Being 16 is not easy you know. You have to deal with all of the things that maybe you hate the most. the blemish on your face reduces a little, yet it leaves the scar. And the scar I got was not remainder acne, but reminder my love......I loved a girl for years, hiding it within me, but on the 12th, precisely 11 months ago...

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