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Submitted to Contest #106
Crossroads The window that I had sometimes looked out of for years, while constantly dreaming of a life beyond the hill our apartment stood on, faced a crossroads. Before today, it never held any special significance for me—well, not in the way Mom saw it. But today, I thought I saw a shade of what Mom had found mesmerizing about the crossroads when she used to stare out of the window for hours and hours, and I, in turn, stared at her. Mom saw in the crossroads a microcosm of life. She thought that she could see lives overlapping and inter...
Submitted to Contest #105
Confessions from Eden You know how it’s like. One day, you wake up and you’re the elephant in the room. You’re the skunk that caught pink-eye and now everyone avoids you. You’re not just contagious, you’re an inconvenience. A contaminant. You’re the sailor with a dead albatross swinging around your neck like a pendulum, like a noose, when all your life you had always believed that you’re the one. The only. The first. The first being in Eden. Except that you’re not—they tell you you’re not. And now, they want you out of the room, out the door...
Submitted to Contest #81
Note: Some graphic content Maybe Tomorrow On account of the rain, what should have been a five-minute affair turned into an hour. I had even left a note (that you missed) on the front door: Writing in shed. Everything’s in the box. Say hello to Mrs Sumner for me. And been especially mindful of the time and duration of your visit—though now, none of it matters because of the rain. At 2.15 pm, every Thursday, you would have just ended your meeting with Rupert in Marylebone. Since your own research partner was always in a hurry to l...
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