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Weekly Contest #51
Standing outside the liquor shop, as he waited for his friends to come back out with the right fodder for the party, Suraj looked through playlists on his phone, searching for the right song.He played a couple of them to check if his mood agreed, but none of them struck the right chord. It was probably the thing he had smoked earlier that was disagreeing with his own taste in music.Then he found THE song. He hadn’t heard it before but as soon as it hit play, Suraj could feel his head swinging slowly to the music. He closed his eyes and let t...
Weekly Contest #40
It had been almost a year since Ruhi had walked into the house with a boisterous flair like she usually did when visiting her grandpa. Growing up in that large house was like an adventure for little Ruhi; an adventure she happily shared with her older cousin, Raima. They'd say they are nothing less than siblings.The swing set in the middle of the grand verandah still looked the same to Ruhi. Without a moment of pause, she walked up to it and plopped herself onto the swing. The wooden curves on the swing hadn't lost their glaze. They formed a...
Weekly Contest #36
12th April, ’19.Dear diary, It was like a movie, the first time we met. We were at a house-warming party when I looked across the room, and there she was, laughing at a joke, in the middle of the crowd. When she reached out to grab another drink from the counter, I could swear, she looked at me for a moment. She was wearing a sunny yellow summer dress with pink flowers printed on them; her hair freely cascading a little below her shoulders. I fought with myself over striking a conversation with her. I lost. And so I kept stealing glances of...
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