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Blogging: Two Hundred Likes

Posted on by Shaily Agrawal

YEEEEEEE! Two hundred likes!

I know most people might consider it a low score. But considering I had 3 likes 3 months back when I decided to give blogging a real try, it is quite an impressive score for me.

I want to thank everyone who read my stories.

I would also welcome any criticism. We have a saying in India: ‘Nindak niyare raakhiye…’ that means ‘Keep a critique close because they clean your impurities’. So I urge you to share your thoughts about how you felt about my stories, my site and how I could improve.

I would like to thank BeateleyPete for his timely blogging advice about adding my site to my Gravatar. It skyrocketed the number of followers from 10 to 40 in one month!

YEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

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Tiny Story: The Secret Admirer

Posted on by Shaily Agrawal

Every evening when I go out to forage for food, I see her returning home. The last of the sun glints through her brown glossy feather as she glides through the air in all her regal glory.

She lives on the tallest tower in front of my humble tree and I have worshipped her for all the three years of my existence.

But as a creature of night with wiry, featherless body and jerky flying skills, I wish I was worth her.

I don’t think she knows I exist…

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Tiny Story: Jaliawala Bagh

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She had run to the park like a crazy woman where Britishers had opened fire on a peaceful gathering. “But surely, they would spare a four-year old”, she had thought.

Now she stood petrified, looking with glazed eyes at the mountains of dead bodies and wondering which one search first.

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Tiny Story: The Reason

Posted on by Shaily Agrawal

After the divorce was finalised, she posted the picture of a gold hair clip on FB with the message, “Why I divorced him? Found this in his pocket. It isn’t mine! He refused to tell me whose it is. 😡”

He commented, “It is yours. Bought it for your birthday. Good riddance though! 😜”

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History: Sati

Posted on by Shaily Agrawal

Stirred by the burning sensation, she had come back from her grief-filled fog. She realised her clothes were dripping with oil; and she was burning on her dead husband’s pyre.

She tried to escape but her relatives pushed her back in until she stopped moving, all on the pretext of reuniting her with her husband.

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Tiny Story: The Door

Posted on by Shaily Agrawal
Image by Ross Sneddon on Unsplash.com

With a rock on my heart, I see you

Place the luggage out of your door,

Thoughtfully, coz I can’t carry it alone.

I wish you had let it stay inside

And given me a reason to

See you one more time.

But you put it out and

Closed that door

Forever.

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Tiny Story: After

Posted on by Shaily Agrawal

The loneliness had become too much. Every one told him that he should move to a new city and start over again. He could, then, meet new people, and may be, even find love again…

He looked at his children: five and eight. Would they mind moving? Of course, they would! Their lives were here with their grandparents, their school and friends. He couldn’t uproot them at a whim!

He couldn’t hurt them, so he let the memories hurt him.