This Is Not A Love Story – Part 8

You were still smiling at me…. It had gotten awkward just standing there, not doing anything. So far, whatever you had done had left me feeling emasculated. So I decided I needed to make a move, be the man. I closed in the space between us and took one stray curl of your messy hair between…

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This Is Not A Love Story – Part 7

Meet me at the Sunka Lake Hill at 7 tomorrow morning. I’ll be waiting for you. But I’ll wait only till 7.15… ๐Ÿ˜‰ The cracked note in my hand read….   I was sure it was you. It had to be! Who else would write to me like this? Normally, people don’t write notes like…

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This Is Not a Love Story – Part 6

That smile…   That coquettish, girlish, mischievous smile you gave me just before you left the store, was the highlight of that Sunday. I couldn’t stop thinking about it whenever my other worries were not around. I say this because I had a lot going on in my head that day. There was the chance…

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This Is Not A Love Story – Part 5

The tepid warmth from slatted sunbeams on my face woke me up. There is a sweet moment of disillusionment when one wakes up from deep sleep. The mind takes some time to recall, collect itself, wake up, even though the eyes have already woken up to the world. I was savouring that moment. For several…

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Sticky Situations – Endings and New Beginnings

She came to amid sounds of ย talking. Someone had laid her on the bed. The room was alit and someone sitting beside herย was fanning a newspaper over her face. “You’re an idiot! She could have a low BP issue. What if she needs hospitalization? We could all go to jail, and she could die here!”…

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Sticky Situations – Part 5

#fiction, #love, #humor  Work, that day, was a breeze. She was glad she wrapped up everything early because she had the interview-of-a-lifetime next day. Besides, she wasn’t able to concentrate, what with her head full of Kirat. Why isn’t he calling? He said he would. Checking her phone every 5 minutes had become an annoying habit.…

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Sticky Situations – Part 4

Sunday was gloomy.ย For the first time she wished Hairy Chest would do something because it was awfully quiet. But he wasn’t back. The lock on his door told her so. Monday was equally gloomy, and wet. It rained relentlessly, as if the weather gods had left the tap running. The unusual downpour had flooded the…

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