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Captivated - 55 Fiction #4 ~ Solitary Contemplations
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The waltz of a quill. The waltz of a quill. Apr 18, 2012. Captivated - 55 Fiction #4. She looked at me with sad eyes even though her lips were half smiling. The same look which had captivated me for years, which had me tethered here. But now, I wanted to leave, had to. I stepped out of the house, while my unfinished painting of her, turned to embers along with her memories. Image courtesy : A travelogue in. October 8, 2012 at 9:18 PM. October 15, 2012 at 5:39 PM. October 9, 2012 at 4:56 AM. October 15, 2...
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July 2012 ~ Solitary Contemplations
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The waltz of a quill. The waltz of a quill. Jul 3, 2012. She was smiling as I chased her around.Her legs carried her puny frame fast enough, but not fast enough for me to catch up. Yet, I slowed down to let her feel as though she was unreachable. But, when I heard her falling short of breath, all it took was two strides to catch her by her waist and haul her up on my shoulder. The sounds of our laughter rang in my ears, even after she lay in the bed with the wires running around her failing body. I am br...
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Of beginnings and endings ! ~ Solitary Contemplations
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The waltz of a quill. The waltz of a quill. Jan 20, 2012. Of beginnings and endings! I read her heart and understood that she too had apprehensions about her beginning. When I stretched out my hand to her, she held it tightly and whispered softly to me “I, unlike you, do not care about my ending. All I wish is that I am one of those reserved for happiness. I hope I am born out of happiness! Unknown to us the day arrived. The two tear drops served their special purposes along with fulfilling their dreams ...
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March 2012 ~ Solitary Contemplations
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The waltz of a quill. The waltz of a quill. Mar 28, 2012. Coiled threads of memories intertwine with jumbled emotions just like my fingers on his hair. Nothing has changed over the years. He still sleeps like a smiling angel. Wasn’t it just yesterday when I set my eyes on him? Love at first sight? No, I was already in love even before he made his dramatic entry into my life. It sure is a symbol of new beginning. Or is it a perfect ending to the relationship we share? 8220; Just like old times. But, he is...
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Compassion ? ~ Solitary Contemplations
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The waltz of a quill. The waltz of a quill. May 25, 2012. There were cold stares, no doubt and each pair of eyes radiated as much hatred as anybody could muster. The sea of hostile eyes was not something she had not expected. What took her by surprise, was that single pair of greenish brown eyes of a stranger. They seemed to be giving a knowing look, a look of apathy and compassion, almost. She drew several pairs of eyes on the walls when she felt she couldn't take it. Was not the right word. For was ser...
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Fighter ~ Solitary Contemplations
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The waltz of a quill. The waltz of a quill. Jul 3, 2012. She was smiling as I chased her around.Her legs carried her puny frame fast enough, but not fast enough for me to catch up. Yet, I slowed down to let her feel as though she was unreachable. But, when I heard her falling short of breath, all it took was two strides to catch her by her waist and haul her up on my shoulder. The sounds of our laughter rang in my ears, even after she lay in the bed with the wires running around her failing body. I am br...
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Invitation - The consequence : Guest Entry ~ Solitary Contemplations
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The waltz of a quill. The waltz of a quill. Mar 17, 2012. Invitation - The consequence : Guest Entry. Read Invitation The surrender. The seductress turned around in search of another victim. The dismissal of the dried maple leaf wasn't a matter to mourn. It had begun its journey with the lake, not sure if the lake was a friend or an enemy. She swirled in her own notion to celebrate the victory, yet had considered to have enough time before the hunt. 8220; Rest in peace”. She walked straight into the lake...
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June 2012 ~ Solitary Contemplations
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The waltz of a quill. The waltz of a quill. Jun 6, 2012. She wished she could use words to describe, to explain in words what had led to the series of events, of how she faltered. But, would words ever do justice? She waited, of what seemed to be her longest wait, with every rustle outside, stopping her midway while she pranced to and fro the length of the tiny living room of their one bedroom flat. So now, she waited, of what seemed her longest wait. The clock ticked and so did her heart with fear. ...
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Pellucid ~ Solitary Contemplations
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The waltz of a quill. The waltz of a quill. Sep 6, 2011. 8220;In spite of the darkness around, I can see your curled up silhouette on the bed. I wish I could come and hug you while you are in your sweet siesta and you would not know of it! I wish I could kiss your forehead and run my hands through your hair while you are lost in dreamland. I wish I could understand what you mumble, see what you see when you lay oblivious of the cruel world outside. I wish I could hold you close when you shiver in sleep.
