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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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Tattered ! ~ Solitary Contemplations
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The waltz of a quill. The waltz of a quill. Apr 1, 2012. Surrounded she was by sisters and brothers of her kind. Yet, her heart yearned for a company, albeit of a different kind. Bored of the same old conversations with her siblings, she sighed loudly “ I wish for someone afar, who would tell me the tales of a different life, of a different existence. Wishes and dreams, they say come true eventually. And one day, when she heard the stranger approach her slowly, she knew her dreams had come true. Even tho...
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Meri Kahaani...: February 2014
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Sunday, February 23, 2014. 8220;Nila kaigiradhu, neram theigiradhu,. Yaarum rasikkavillaye, Endha kangal mattum unnai kaanum.”. Well, the realization came sooner than later. While taking a stroll down the lane the other day, I started observing my surrounding. The flowers, dust covering them, people, clean roads, everything surprised me. Involuntarily, I slowed my stride and saw the world running around me. There was so much to look up; even my eyes. Enough to see them all. Time flew past and I. I wake u...
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Meri Kahaani...: August 2012
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Sunday, August 5, 2012. I miss you …. When I ride my bike and see an empty backseat. I miss you…. When I look at my camera and search for your face in the crowd. I miss you…. When I sit in the classroom and the seat beside me looks empty. I miss you…. When my pen stands fearlessly in my hands and there’s nobody to give it a jerk. I miss you…. When I find your name marked as absent in the attendance sheet. I miss you…. When I open my notes and see your beautiful scribbles on it. I miss you…. AND DREAMS AL...
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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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