Pamela Kalidasan

“Flowers Can Bloom After Fires and in Stone Too” by Pamela Kalidasan

Warning: Mentions of physical harm, violence, gore, sexual assault and abuse of various kind will be mentioned. Discretion is advised. In a world where the third world war, or the ultimate global revolution, took and destroyed the goodness of humanity, after the only concerns from rich wealthy men was how the world will sustain a population decline. The climate worsened. Droughts harbored long. Food privatized and only people who hold a certain wealth bracket, can afford fresh produce, while the rest of the population scraped by still feed...

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“Persia Will You Stay? ” by Pamela Kalidasan

Ever since I was a child, I have always asked my parents the same old question. "When are we going to have a dog?" They always brushed me off and usually sway me with "later in life, sweetie, when we get our own house," or "until you grow up, you will be old enough with your own space and have all the freedom you need to get one." I vaguely remember the last time I asked, but I remember standing near the middle of the school courtyard and asking my father. "Appa, when are we going to have a dog?" He mattes his expression into a sickly,...

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“What I See In You ” by Pamela Kalidasan

Submitted to Contest #105

If there was one thing I could take back it would be misjudging you. You went through more than I could ever imagine and I didn't even get to see things from your perspective. I'm sorry dad. "SO what is it that you're cooking?" my dad asks and I just shrug my shoulders. "What?" He asked and I kept silent as I looked into his eyes Oh my why is this weird girl staring into my soul. I think of nothing worthy. I'm tired. Super tired and just want to sleep all day. "If you're tired, then you should really consider going to sleep. Don't force ...

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“The Truth Seeking Snake and The Deceiving Hare ” by Pamela Kalidasan

Submitted to Contest #88

We don't know if any animal can speak or clearly communicate with each other, but one thing I know is that fables can bring our community together. At times, fables don't necessarily have to be all animals, but what's more fun than that and for this story it won't be any different from others. On a cotton field, below in the burrowing dry dirt, lived a large family of hares. And one hare in particular stood out from the crowd. Hares are known to be scared of the outside world, especially of humans, but this hare, was fearless. This hare no...

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“A Day To Be UNGodmother-Like” by Pamela Kalidasan

Submitted to Contest #88

I can remain unbothered to the cries and prayers people set upon my head. I feel their burdening pain of confronting an unapproachable cloud to the point where I keep swimming in a dark ocean that blocks all my hope of a beautiful world. Does it even exist? Will anyone care to restore things to be near perfect as I tried and failed again? It's my job, a job I loathe sometimes, yet I find beauty in it to help good people find strength in themselves. But now, I question the quality I deliver to them. Does any of my effort amount to significant...

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“A Flower's Request ” by Pamela Kalidasan

Submitted to Contest #86

Two things mortal beings have in common- life and sleep. And if you really dig deep into the concept, whether it's spiritual or philosophical The origin is the same start to finish. It's an endless cycle, a circle that can't stop time and I bloom within it so does the rest of the living. It takes years in the making, but nobody really notices. I don't have eyes, hands, or legs like rabbits or wolves, neither can I move like the earthworm or birds, instead I wake up slowly climbing from the ground which the sleeping fertilizes. Here...

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