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Short Story – Who will cry when I die?

Some stories need to be read and when one comes across a good story early in the morning, it inspires to write more. Beautiful Story by a fellow writer – Ravi Sidula https://muddymarbles.wordpress.com

Life is a poetry

It’s been almost thirty six years since the time we both were married.

I put my mind back to the night when my eyes had first fell on her.

It was a full moon night with the chilling breeze cutting the skin. And there she was walking all alone advancing further into the night, unconcerned with the silence that crept around. Not a soul on the street and I wondered why this Lady was out in the open at that odd hour of 2 in the night. I laid my steps forward to reach her. My presence went unnoticed as she continued walking engrossed in deep thoughts.

My eyes fell on her neck. It seemed so silky and neat. Never had I seen such a beautiful layer of skin and the thin golden necklace around it glistened, happy enough for having found such an aesthetic neck to decorate. I drew myself…

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The Hunt is Not Over

(The story was originally published in the literary e-journal www.earthenlampjournal.com) The claw-fight was necessary. Blood oozed out of my wound. The crimson stain on the floor is evidence of the ghastly fight. Shaila will arrive soon. The monster needs to be killed before it harms her.  I am exhausted, but so is he. He feeds on …

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ऐसी भी तो दुआ नहीं

आज फिर स्वयं को छलनी होते देखा मैंने, आज फिर अपने अहम् पर आघात लिया मैंने। ऐसा नहीं की रिश्तों का मोल तोल नहीं जानती, लेकिन झूठ का अंदाज़ भी हूँ पहचानती। रुक कर अक्सर अपने आप को थामा हैं, छिपा लिया जो हँसी ने, सच पर झूठ का जामा हैं। तुम अक्सर कहते हो, …

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I choose to be a bear

Bear for me!!

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This life I am a woman, next life I definitely choose to be a bear….

In this life I am a woman. In my next life I’d like to come back as a bear. When you’re a bear, you get to hibernate. You do nothing but sleep for 6 months. I could deal with that. Before you hibernate, you eat yourself stupid. I could deal with that too.

When you’re a girl bear, you birth your children (who are the size of walnuts) while you’re sleeping and wake up partially grown, cute cuddly cubs. I could definitely deal with that.

If you’re a bear, your mate expects you to wake up growling. He expects you to will have hairy legs and excess body fat.

Yup….gonna be a bear.

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