Roshna Rusiniya

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2019

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“Flawed Superheroes In Our Lives” by Roshna Rusiniya

I wish that photo hadn’t fallen off my mom’s wallet. I wish I hadn’t known about him. I would have happily lived and died imagining that I was the result of a divine birth or something. Now that I had a glimpse at the man, I cannot erase his image from my mind. I have questions and I need answers- the more elaborate, the better. Growing up, my mom was the only family I had. I never asked her about my father or her parents. Those were con...

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“Only In The Darkness Can You See The Stars” by Roshna Rusiniya

Night fall has finally rolled over, bringing mysterious demons of it’s own. I lay on the wooden bench on my porch gazing up at the millions of stars sprinkling and shimmering in the black velvet sky looming above me. It had rained earlier in the day and the smell of rain still hung in the air. The dampness of the bench slid through my body, making me shiver in the cold and I gathered the fleece blanket around me. As the fabric rubbed against my sensitive arm, I winced in pain. I...

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“Botched fairytales and Brick walls” by Roshna Rusiniya

 This is where we met first, outside a lemonade stand, on a bright April morning. And this is how we fell in love- over a glass of beet lemonade. Beets? Don’t frown yet. They have great blood purifying properties. Still doubting? Ask your doctor. To be honest, beet lemonade doesn’t taste so bad if you forgo the’ smelling like earthworm’ part.  Coming back to love. Ours was a fairytale romanc...

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“Putting the pieces back together...” by Roshna Rusiniya

***Ghosts of the past visit me all the time, bringing flowers and pictures in frames. The nurses say they are family. They have tales to tell - about me, about themselves, about our happy times together. My head starts pounding after a while l. But I continue to sit there with a smile, not wanting to disappoint them. They are here because they care for me and I must have cared for them too...in my other life- the life before my accident. I want to tell them that their tales...

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“Loving it before losing it...” by Roshna Rusiniya

    “ Sarah, your phone is ringing.”   My husband shook me lightly, waking me up from the blissful sleep.    How many hours more to go until I resume my daily circus? Dear Universe, please let me sleep…   “Go away.” I said groggily, pushing his hands away at the same time.   

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“Lines of Hope” by Roshna Rusiniya

15 November 20191:14 AMDear Diary, Wondering why I am still awake at this time? I went to bed at 9 pm, the same time as every other day. Sometime during the middle of the night, my brain decides it’s time to wake up. I tried- to close my eyes, to get back to the comfort of my soft bed and the...

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“And all it took was a walk in the park (no pun intended)” by Roshna Rusiniya

 It’s a breezy March evening and I should be chilling in my backyard, sipping a glass of wine and watching the sun go down. Instead I am sitting on a cold bench in some park, almost 15 kms away from my house, staring at the long line of cherry blossom trees and wondering where the line ends. What if it goes in a circle? There won’t be an end right? I sound like a kindergartener now! Unfortunately I have no time to test that theory of mine, because I am here...

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“The emails that go unread...” by Roshna Rusiniya

To: mercy.peters52@gmail.comFrom: eva.everyday10@hotmail.comSubject: Happy Mothers Day MomDear mom,As I sit here, looking at the mother’s day card my eleven-year-old sister made...

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“Fairies and Witches” by Roshna Rusiniya

I can’t wait for this day to be over. I whispered to myself as I walked home. My friends must be wondering why I acted like a bitch the whole day. My best friend even came forward to defend me saying“ Leave Lila alone. She must be having a bad hair day.”And it actually made me feel worse. I should have at least confided in her. But what do I tell her? That I am a coward who just lets other people direct my life? 

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“Between the lines” by Roshna Rusiniya

It’s been seven years since you walked out of my life, not by your choice though. I stood by, watching you leave- holding the hands of your husband, feeling equally helpless.I never thought you would come back one day, not even after Uncle Peter told me about Merina’s meeting with her editor. Seeing the clear shock on my face after he delivered the news, Uncle Peter told me to go home and take rest. But I shook my head, insis...

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“It’s All Worth It In The End” by Roshna Rusiniya

After glancing longingly at the beach wallpaper on the screen one more time, I shut down my laptop. As I leaned back in the chair, sipping the lukewarm coffee-my eyes grew heavy with exhaustion. I stared at the half-organized clutter on my desk, reminding me of my action-packed day. What a day it was!It started off normally, just like any other Monday morning- answering phone ...

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“Healing” by Roshna Rusiniya

 There are two kinds of girls in this world- the kind who believes love brings them butterflies in the stomach and the kind who believes love gives them dark circles. I belong to the latter. Finishing that thought, I deleted his number from my phone. The ‘He’ in question is not my boyfriend, but not for his lack of trying. He has been a good friend to me since school: we have a lot in common and we get along really...

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“Blasts from the Past” by Roshna Rusiniya

As someone whose parents moved houses a lot, all these years I have managed not to get too emotionally attached to anything around me. I was perfectly fine living a life where I was always the ‘new girl in the neighborhood’ or the ‘new kid in the class.’ I tried to enjoy the novelty initially; even thinking that it brought a mysterious aura to my character. I know it gets boring after a while, but before getting a proper taste of boredom we are packing our suitcases again- off to a new pl...

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“Starting Over” by Roshna Rusiniya

A phone call at 2 am is never a good sign, especially if it’s from my sister. I sat there,  in the wobbly chair holding my duffel bag. In many ways I am like the chair- weak and undependable. The bag felt so light even though I stuffed all my belongings inside. Can you count four pairs of clothes and two pairs of shoes as belongings? It sounds cheap, even to myself. I laughed loudly and t...

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