As she dusted her bookshelf, a book at
the corner grabbed her attention. She opened it and found the red rose, which she
had kept there, three years back.
Dried and tattered, like his love! It smelled betrayal.
Holding her breath, she threw the rose in the dustbin, never to
look back at him again.
Beautifully penned Purba :)
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Thank you, Ananya :)
DeleteSo lovely.
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One can't help but feel happy for your protagonist here, Purba. :)
Thank you Divya. Glad you liked it :)
DeleteThis is so ethereal... and this is my story too! :') Loved the way you expressed it... a perfect embodiment of *inner strength*.
ReplyDeleteThanks a ton dear. I am so glad you liked it. Cheers to the strength and power that resides within all of us :)
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DeleteSuperb! That is exactly everyone should do. Get rid of the stink of betrayal. Very beautifully expressed Purba. :)
ReplyDeleteSo true! Thank you so much, dear :)
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DeleteGood one. I like it.
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DeleteGood for her!
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DeleteA lovely piece indeed, greetings!
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DeleteLove it :)
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DeleteAm a huge fan of 55Fiction Purba. The piece is good and conveys what you had in mind :) However, I felt, having read your posts for a while, the strong emotions and attachment could have been packed and punched even better by you. (or it may be just me) Cheers!
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DeleteSometimes, even a rose doesn't worth to be stored, either in memory or in the pages of a book..
ReplyDeleteWonderful micro-fiction, Purba... :-)
Perfectly said, dear. Thanks a ton :)
Deletewonderfully done Purba... :-)
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DeleteVery beautifully expressed Purba. Your expressions are not restricted with words. You have expressed countless emotions in limited words. Crisp yet deep ! Beautiful. :) Such roses are better be thrown, but such stories should always be cherished. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Ma'am. I am so glad that you liked this 55 fiction. Such appreciation from you motivates me. Means a lot. Thanks for your precious comment :)
DeleteWell, the keyword was betrayal. The guy absolutely deserved it! Wish it was some softer emotion!
ReplyDeleteA short and beautiful story!
You got it right. The keyword was betrayal. Next time, I will write on a softer emotion.
DeleteThanks, Rakesh.
More or less we all experience this thing in our life ;)
ReplyDeleteTrue indeed, Anjali :)
DeleteWell penned Purba. Cheers to the new beginning!
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ReplyDeleteReminded me of Jab we met.
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Well expressed Purba
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ReplyDeleteIf it is betrayal no memory is worth keeping, nice Purba :)
ReplyDeleteIndeed! Thanks, Shweta :)
DeleteJust beautifully written, Purba!!!
ReplyDeleteBetrayal is not easy to forgive. Good one, Purba. :)
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