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Weekly Contest #341
I met Mark, almost two years ago through mutual friends and social media. We hit it off instantly. Summers spent in the park, winters spent eating frozen custard at the specialty shoppe, talking about everything under the sun with someone who could carry a conversation. I mean, if he could sit and talk about existential crises, the delectability of a nice cup of chai with suji halwa, while understanding what the word eschatology meant, things were great. He even helped me pick up my two rescue kittens since he had a car and I do not. That fi...
Weekly Contest #339
“Oh, I’m sorry!” she exclaimed as her cup of tea brushed against mine by accident. Her words took my breath away. It had been a while since I had been living at my parents’. Work could be done remotely. Covid, despite its insistence on social distancing, drew people to live with each other rather than having to face months of solitude alone. Besides, I always loved staying with Mommie Dearest. This was both good and bad. Good that she and I fit like a tea cozy on a teapot. It took no time for us to fall into a predictable and comfortable rou...
Weekly Contest #97
“Art should always be placed at eye level,” she said, straightening the piece she had decided upon. “But wouldn’t eye level be different for everyone?” my six-foot-four frame said to her five-foot-three figure. “Don’t overthink it,” she responded. I thought about that while looking at the handmade, salvaged window with ornate shutters my mother snagged from the old city of Peshawar. She hung it above the archway between the kitchen and the living room, well above anyone’s eye level. She and I happened to be in P...
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