It had been two weeks since Arjun left the city behind. He had come to the hills with one purpose: to escape the crushing weight of writer’s block, that invisible force that made his mind feel like a dry well. His bungalow was perched on a hill, far enough from the town to guarantee solitudeContinue reading “The Shadows of Time”
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The Ticking Clock
The room buzzes with a humming silence, the kind that weighs heavy on your eardrums like pressure at the bottom of the ocean. Two detectives sit across from him at a chipped wooden table, their eyes scanning every twitch, every movement. A digital clock on the wall ticks in sync with the fluorescent light thatContinue reading “The Ticking Clock”
Two Weeks
Kabir sat at the edge of the bridge, staring into the quiet river below. It wasn’t the roaring kind that would drown your thoughts; it was the gentle, murmuring kind that made you feel like you were floating, suspended between two worlds. His feet dangled over the edge, as if one step away from vanishing,Continue reading “Two Weeks”
The Meeting
The evening sun was gradually dissolving into the horizon, casting a golden hue over the quaint little cafe that had been their spot. It was tucked away from the hustle of the main street, a place of warmth, intimate corners, and memories that lingered like the faint aroma of coffee beans in the air. HeContinue reading “The Meeting”
The Hollow Echo
He stood by the window, staring blankly at the city below, a mass of cold, indifferent concrete. The sky above, murky and grey, seemed to press down upon the world, heavy with the weight of a million lives moving in sync, while he drifted—forgotten, detached and aimless. It had been months since life happened. First,Continue reading “The Hollow Echo”
Lavender
She came to him like a dream. He was rushing from his office for a meeting he already was late for. As he ran out of the office to hail the nearest cab he banged on to someone. As he fell, his folder containing documents needed for his meeting, were scattered all over the pavement.Continue reading “Lavender”
Blue Moon
You can throw away things You can throw away the person You cant throw away the memories Strains of Dean Martin’s Blue Moon wafted across the air, as he sat by himself on the bench by the lake. He could hear his family laugh and make merry in the cottage nearby. He excused himself fromContinue reading “Blue Moon”
The Silk Stole
Susan woke up hearing a shriek from the next room. She turned around to see her husband fast asleep. She was amazed how he hadn’t heard the shriek. He was actually a light sleeper unlike her. She got off the bed and rushed to the next room. Sarah was sitting up on the bed withContinue reading “The Silk Stole”
The Red Handset
She bought the cheapest paid phone that was available in the store. It was a red handset. “Ma’am there are better ones for you”, the shopkeeper tried to sell the more expensive sets to her. “This will do just fine”, she said as she walked out of the store heading to the nearby cafe. SheContinue reading “The Red Handset”
The Blue Ming Vase
She was tired. All the guests had finally left and she wanted to clean the place up before she went to bed. It was a habit she just couldn’t change. Not matter how late it was, she always felt the need to tidy the room up, wash the utensils, clear up before retiring for theContinue reading “The Blue Ming Vase”
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