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Tiny Story: The Dark Alley

Posted on by Shaily Agrawal

Past midnight, in a dark alley…

I am being followed. Too scared to look back, I know it in my gut…

I should have waited for the other dancers to wrap up but there were too many creeps in the bar tonight, and I wanted to be out before they finished their drinks. Now, I have to pay.

Suddenly, my stomach feels empty. I am nauseas and cold sweat trickles down my spine.

“Do I run?

Do I turn back and confront?

Do I have my pepper spray?

No!

Isn’t there an all-night medical store round the next corner?”

Hope rises in my heart. May be, just may be…

Suddenly I hear the footsteps quicken behind me and I break into a run.

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Poetry: Dew drops

Posted on by Shaily Agrawal

As always, I sat on my ride

And turned to you to say goodbye.

Dew drops glistened in your eyes.

 

Wish I had never looked back

For now I know

What I seek but can never have.

-Dedicated to W who showed me how it felt to be loved back

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Tiny Story: Waste

Posted on by Shaily Agrawal

Mother-in-law: Why does it have to be her wedding day sari? I was planning to wear it.

Father-in-law: Shhhh!

Mother-in-law: What? I am not admitting rigging the gas cylinder. I just hate cremating such an expensive dress!

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Poetry: The Last Walk

Posted on by Shaily Agrawal

I ventured in the ruins alone,

Held captive by the magic of

The eerie calm.

 

Up the stairs

In a trance,

Invisible rope

Tugging me along.

 

Dawn I saw through

The broken wall,

And stairs that lead to

The Haven beyond.

 

Wrapped up by the

Peace that comes from

Returning home.

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Tiny Story: Old

Posted on by Shaily Agrawal

The old tree sat alone. He offered neither shade nor food anymore. Nobody cared to visit: birds nor squirrels.

When the storm uprooted him and his fruit-bearing progeny, nobody missed him nor mourned his loss.

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Winging It

Posted on by Shaily Agrawal

ABCD in Wingdings 27 font, it seems
ABCD in Winging font

I am a mother of a genius. If only someone could decipher her script…

I bought a Maths notebook for my 2-year old in an attempt to teach writing numbers. Two days later, it was full of these weird symbols that she wrote with the flourish of a professional while singing the ABCD song alongside.

Can someone un-encrypt it please?

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The Flight

Posted on by Shaily Agrawal

Gliding above the clouds

In your arms,

I saw the break of dawn.

The pink and red

Guilding the horizon.

A herd of deer

In the forest below

Fled As we

Swooped low.

You held me close,

Your arms around

Our baby bump,

As one we touched

The ground.

I open my sleepy eyes

And find you gone,

Again,

My face wet with tears…

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Tiny Story: The Dream

Posted on by Shaily Agrawal

His willowy wife slept in his arms but his sleep was gone after the nightmare: a girl in white–with a stocky frame, unimpressive black hair and eyes, and laughter lines–looked at him with a thousand accusations in her eyes as he stood at the back of the church. She, then, took vows with another man.

His heart felt hollow.