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Gurpahul Singh

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

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The Days are Numbered

Submitted to Contest #53

Day-1 The phone call that followed was a short one. For the first time, I really struggled with the words to say to her. I assured her it was alright, but I knew it wasn’t. I told her not to cry while holding back my own tears. And yes, I told her I was with her, and we’ll see through it together. But no, right!? I wasn’t with her, was I? I was a 1000 miles away from her and with all long distance transportation taken down, even if I could give a try. And for the worst part, say I could be with her, would they let me be near her, stay w...

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Me and My Toolkit

Submitted to Contest #43

It all started in 4th grade. Mid of April- perhaps it was, with western gales and a ting of fading spring, and a scorching season peeping from the corner. We were young, novice players of this great stage; yet to be conscious to the play around. Flying upon the clouds and swaying in the winds, we were mute to the pasts and blind to the future. School periods were woes, school friendships were vows. We were driving in almost a dreamland. But just then, a fifth wheel sneaked into my four-wheeler, whom I have failed to drop off, until now…So, i...

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In the wake of Death

Submitted to Contest #42

The landline was the first one to wail. It had last spoken a few years back, of that old grandma, in a far-away village, who could still recall those 7 digits of her nephew’s home phone. The grandma could no longer call from where she was now, and yet the landline broke its silence once again that morning. It was the mother who picked it up. Soon, her body dropped to the floor and she gave a loud, painful shriek... one that would reverberate and haunt the neighborhood for a long long time....It was really a chilly morning in November, made c...

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