Watching from above

The sun stares hard at the physical work and the displayed kind, cruel, meager acts of two faced human race below. Inhaling the atrocities of people, sighing at the different roles everyone plays. 

Then the sun complains about it being the toughest job in this universe.

But the moon…the moon quietly goes through the misery, listening to the dirtiest of secrets and feeling the pain of heartbreak and unsaid loneliness of all..& then..

And then it melts away, silently drinking away the darkness from every awakened soul.

Monsters in the name of Society

Then they convinced her to leave her job and get married, for another gem like man was hard to find,

Then they asked her for children, for with age comes difficulty to conceive,

She did. Twice.

And then what they asked next, finally wrecked her life into pieces, for what they wanted was a baby boy..

Such an uneven life, meeting monsters in the name of “society”.

& you know what’s the sad part? A lot of Indian women can relate to this. 

Broken Hearts In The Club

She danced harder and wilder as 2016 came closer towards the end. The breakup had caused chaos louder than the music in the club. She was devastated and needed all his memories detoxed out of her system.

10 seconds to go… 

The countdown submerged her loud crying. She drank 3 shots of vodka and was now open to any drinks that would come her way.

As she stumbled her way towards the bar again, she bumped into another soul. She looked into his puffy red eyes and instantly related to that pain. He looked at her beautiful face with swollen cheeks and knew he has finally found a heart that perfectly fixed into the interior of his own broken heart’s jigsaw.

1 second to go...

Without another word they smiled at each other, as if not only welcoming another year, but another beautiful chapter into their lives.

Pledging A New Blogging Resolution 2017

Happy New Year to my amazing amazing 56 107 followers. Thank you for bearing with my infrequent posts and for all the feedback that has left me wanting to write more.

My new year resolution would definitely be to start writing more short stories that you guys will love. Plus, I promise to keep my posts published timely. I’m quite hopeful that my wee-mini stories will get better once I begin to scribble more often. What blogging resolutions have you guys vouched for?

Thank you once again and have a wonderful year ahead!

Happy reading, happy 2017!

Betrayal 

There was only so much she could do. As much as her soul denied the eye witnessing the truth, her egoistic mind was stubbon to remain angry. For she knew once the anger fades away, her heart will ache, breaking down the wall of tears, bringing around a feeling which would be probably be tougher to exit from. It was difficult – seeing her husband hand in hand with another woman at what used to be their favorite café.

The last time she was there with him, they were madly in love with each other. 6 years down their perfect marriage, as she crossed the pavement glancing inside the place, she was slapped hard with betrayal. Getting hit by a truck would have been less painful.

“Mama, what happened? You look sick”. Her chain of soul-destucting thoughts came to a halt as she heard a sweet voice of her daughter rushing to embrace with her tiny body.

“Nothing honey. I was just wondering about us taking a long holiday at your grandparents farm this year.”