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Submitted to Contest #43
The disk jockey got his heart broken at seventeen minutes past three in the afternoon. He would remember the time because she called off things with him over a text. The twenty-six-year-old had worn his fanciest clothes for attending the orchestra. He was planning to do so with this girlfriend. Now, he had neither his partner nor his enthusiasm. He was the kind who often found himself running behind time. This caused particular concern when the gigs he was hired for could not begin until he arrived with his equipment, loops, and - if he...
Submitted to Contest #42
It is tough to love a man with a beard. It is tougher to love a man who travels through time. Don't get me started on how it feels to love a bearded time traveller. If not for my wedding ring, and a sink clogged with the rough edges of his facial hair whenever he tries to trim them, I would think I'm still a bachelorette. I do not know if it is the radiation from his time travel or the genes from his inheritance which give his beard an affinity for growth. I remain puzzled over his faulty memory too, even though I like to imagine i...
I assume you haven't heard about Raja Ravindra Ravish Ranvit Rahan Renesh Rathore. But you've heard about the likes of him - people who carry enough names on their birth certificate to christen an entire family, and a royal lineage iconic enough for others to acknowledge whenever one passes them on the street.I also assume you haven't heard about our neighbourhood, or the new tenant who moved into its shabbiest house. It stood as an oddity on a corner of the road. The bricks on the wall which enclosed it were not where they should have ...
Submitted to Contest #41
The door did not open like it usually did. There was no hesitation in its movement. The latch opened on the first attempt too. I lived in a house which I could barely call one, let alone call it a home. The roof could fall to the floor at any moment. The landlord disagreed. But he also said the water and the electricity would be available round the clock. I fumbled around my pocket, which bore too much weight ever since I had lost my wallet. Its misplacement might have meant I would need to carry around less weight, but the loose change...
Submitted to Contest #39
That night, I found time to look at the stars after a while. That night, she left me. The stars had never looked more beautiful; neither had they ever looked more sorrowful. Perhaps the glint of regret was mine and not theirs. But the sorrow was made the stars more appealing than they had ever appeared to be. I did not want to leave her, even though I knew she eventually would. During our last days, we did not speak much. We talked, but did not speak - the words were always the result of second thoughts, the feelings hesitant to b...
When you woke up today, the Sun rose in the west. The bigger miracle was that you woke up without the assistance of your alarm. Soon, there was a brush in your hand and a smile on your face as you admired the view out of your window, not the usual half-toasted piece of bread in your mouth and a frown on your eyebrows in the kitchen because you were getting late. When the alarm finally went off, it seemed to be a serene score to your movements as you stepped out of your bath. You could not recollect the last time you spent so much t...
Submitted to Contest #38
His guitar was my last memory of him.The wooden instrument had grown weary from inactivity. I did not play music myself, but always appreciated it. My college days consisted of as many cassettes as papers turned in at the last moment - the former were a cure for the malady of the latter. Classics from the olden days, the spicier tunes from contemporary movies, and many hits from the West - all of them found a place in my collection. The hostel folks gathered at my wing whenever they were in the mood for music. They knew, after all, that...
It was not the best of times, it was not the worst of times. Often, Ravish had to remind himself that time existed. During the days he still wore pants and a watch on his wrist, he would look at the latter to see if he was late for his meetings or not - but never to check that time still continued to slip away along the hands of his dial. Now, with the world appearing to be a desolated version of its former self, Harish did not care to be at the window during sunrise. Neither did he feel the joy of rushing back home ...
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