Uncelebrated : Story 4 (microtale) of Sunshine and Wildflowers

Sadly in our country, girls are still treated as a burden by some families. Their education and career are given less preference as those families believe that girls will eventually be married off and have to take care of their family. My grandmother and mother had to face it many years back. 

The sad reality is marriage is still seen as the ultimate destination of a girl's life by some families and society. In all such families, may there be girls like Isha who can convert "being uncelebrated" into "motivation to succeed." May those girls have indomitable power to carve their own path. They are the true alchemists. 

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Menstruation (Microtale)

Marriage (Microtale)

What's the date? (100 word story)

“What’s the date, today?”

“15^th September, Ma’am.”

As she heard the words, a wave of pain and a ripple of chaos erupted in her placid heart.

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One date. A thousand memories.

And all this while she thought that she has moved on.

Engaging her student with some sums, she rushed to the terrace to grab some fresh air. The smoke of the burnt good days was suffocating her without mercy.

After a few minutes, she said a silent prayer and heaved a sigh.

“You’re not there in my life anymore, but you’ll always be there in my prayers. Happy Birthday!”

The dried, red rose ( 55 Fiction )

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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.

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The dark, nimbus clouds ( Five Sentence Fiction)

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She doesn't cry even behind locked doors as she believes that she is strong enough to handle anything that life throws at her. 

It's quite true as no one has ever seen her crying, not when her father passed away, not when she was meeting the needs of her hypochondriac mother, not even when she was fired from job without any fault of hers.

But that day, when he hugged her for the first time, the dark nimbus clouds that were accumulated in her heart for years could no longer rest there.

The murky clouds took the form of rain and escaped from her eyes, at first slowly and then vigorously.

After the downpour, she felt liberated and realized that she is not a robot, but a mortal with blood, flesh and emotions. 

Unknown yet Known (Flash Fiction)

Finally, she has found the address of her solace. When loneliness and depression doesn’t let her write or sleep at night, she quietly plugs the earphones in her ear and starts watching his videos on YouTube. His magical voice accompanied with his guitar placates her and makes her forget everything that torments her in this world. She waits every day for him to upload a new cover on his channel. Without knowing him, it seems that he is the closest to her.

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He wonders how she could write exactly those words that he longs to hear from someone close to him. Her words soothe him and ebb down all his restlessness. Her words make him feel that he is not alone. Whenever he is not singing, he finds himself visiting her blog. He resides there someday for as long as three hours, reading and re-reading her. Uncanny how, she never seems unknown to him despite the fact that he doesn’t really know her. 

Stupid! I hate you (Flash Fiction)

After tussling with her mind for more than three hours, Naina finally decided to make that call to her best friend, whom she has lost in the hand of misunderstandings, some eight months back. They never talked after that. None of them even tried talking to each other. When hurtful words hit our psyche, they ooze out tears which cause more pain than blood. She knew it was neither of their fault; it was the situation which was faulty. 

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Life kept her extremely busy and one day, when she finally cleared the clutter, she could see her missed connection. She did not just lose her best friend that day; she also lost her brightest smile along with him. With tears and a pulsating heart, she dialed his number. The phone rang and rang for what seemed like eternity, but no one picked the call. “He would never talk to me again”, Naina mumbled. She felt the ground slipping beneath her feet when a message popped up on her mobile screen.

Stupid! I hate you.

Naina could feel her brightest smile returning back to her face and she ended up giggling. 

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

The doctor's visit

Amit’s forehead showed lines of furrow as he saw his newlywed wife, Reema lying unconscious in fever. Finally the doctor came after what seemed like ages. Amit and Reema were in a quaint hill station for their honeymoon.

As the doctor did his thorough check up, he could hear some vague mumbles. He looked at a deeply concerned Amit and said with a smile that the high fever is making his wife mumble wobbling, broken words.

As the doctor sat to prescribe, he could again hear his patient mumble the same words. He said assuaging words to Amit that his wife would be fine in two days.

Amit seemed partly composed. When the doctor was about to leave the room, he glanced at the husband and wife. An excruciating smile crept on his face followed by a sigh of relief.

“Thank God, Reema wasn’t aware that the person’s name she was mumbling was right in front of her. She did not deserve to know as her husband loved her far more than the coward boy who couldn’t keep his promises.” The doctor soliloquized in his mind and left the room right away; his heart heavy with an erratic agony.