Burying the Childhood

It was a particularly bright day for a funeral. The sun was shining down in all its golden glory. The air was thick with pollen from spring flowers. The small town was mostly at the Paanja jheel, boating, enjoying family picnics. Lovers were canoodling amongst the bushes. Everyone was out celebrating the onset of spring and the…

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Stuck

You were standing here At this same spot, where You held my hand last year. How clear you were, When you said Those three words, Convinced that nothing Could shake us, break us. But death did. … Now wisps of air They’ve become, Those three words, And you, you’ve turned Your back to ‘us’. You…

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Twinkling Lights

That last night haunted her for years. That night powdery rain covered the landscape like dew. It had rained heavily the whole day, but now it seemed the clouds were beginning to lose steam, as if to say, ‘this is all we’ve got’. The slick roads of her small village glistened in the moonlight like…

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Deconstructing the word ‘Human’

Content Warning: Contains references to violence, strong language and disturbing imagery. Reader discretion advised.  Wherever there is a human being, there is an opportunity for kindness. Lucius Annaeus Seneca BULLSHIT! Pardon me, Mr Seneca, you may have had a lot of faith in humanity, considering you were talking about humanity when it was just discovering…

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Thirty Seconds Tales #6: The Fickleness of Time

His future seemed bright and happy the day she was born. He couldn’t wait for her to grow up. If only he knew that years later, she was to die of growing-up pains and a botched up marksheet! Now he clings to the past and dreads the future.  Copyright ©2017 Pradita Kapahi. All rights reserved.…

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