Flash fiction

16/01/2024

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04/04/2020

09/03/2019

"Can I just tell you something?" he said to me on our way home.

"What is it?" I asked.

Both of us stopped from walking and he stared at me.

"I just want to simply say that I want to stay with you," he said with an apparent serious tone in his voice.

"Stay with me? Until when?" I asked abruptly.

"Must there be a needed time frame to stay on your side?" he asked with a calm voice.

"Everybody's leaving. Nothing's permanent, you know that," I replied.

He grabbed my hand. We continued walking, then he finally said,

"I want to stay with you until I finish counting all the stars in the entire universe. Come on, I'll walk you home."

And suddenly, I felt the flapping of the butterflies' wings, not in my stomach, but within my ribcage.

Guess, my heart skip beAts!

10/04/2018

Some nights never fades!!

06/04/2018

Koi nhi Puche toh Kya?
Koi Puche bhi toh bhi Kya?
Jaruri yeh h ki tum tumare Sath ho!
Chalo milenge Kabhi kisi mor pr
Jra puch Lena jinda bhi ho tum?

28/03/2018

A regretful letter to the one I let go..

Trust me, I wish I had a choice. A choice between letting you go and holding onto you firmly. Heaven knows that I'd have chosen the latter. As I write this letter, I can feel your presence. I can smell your scent - that of autumn wind. I can hear your voice, your giggle, almost musical.

Do you remember when I brought home a bottle of white wine to celebrate our second anniversary? You barely had two glasses and passed out for the night. So much for looking forward to a romantic dinner together. You were always a cheap drunk. I guess you still are. I wish I was there with you right now, watching you get tipsy before blacking out.

Roses and lillies were not your thing. You'd rather have a plate loaded with chicken wings than a bouquet of flowers on valentine's day. The minute I learnt that, I made it a point to fill you with food on special occasions (or any other day at that). I'm sure you'll convince the man who comes after me to do the same.

Now about the man who comes after me. There has to be one, Leah. I could've listed out the qualities you need to look for in your partner, but again, what's the point? All I can do now is trust. Trust that you'll choose someone better than me, someone who can love you for the wonderful person that you are. Trust that the person who comes along next will take care of you like I did, love you like I did, or more. You see how helpless I am?

I remember my vows. The last one was that I would be with you forever. I'm sorry that I couldn't live up to it, but I'm here. I'm always here. Watching you, loving you. The minute I saw the girl with long messy hair, biting into a burger and laughing her heart out, I fell in love. I'm sorry that you had to fall in love with me too. I'm sorry that you had to date me for three years and fall deeper. I'm sorry that you had to marry me and spend three more unforgettable years with me. I'm sorry that the tumor had to grow in my brain, steadily, killing me day by day before devouring me once and for all.

Baby, I know you're crying now. Don't. You don't have to. The six years I've spent with you are probably the best years of my life. I've been thankful for every day, every second with you. Of course we lost each other. And I know that you're lost and confused, much more than I am. But always remember that I loved you. I loved you truly and dearly. I still do, except that that doesn't make any difference now.

You're probably going to be sad for a long time before moving on, but I want you to know something,

I might be on the other side of the horizon,
A whole world apart.

I might be above the heavens,
An unfair depart.

But always know that you are the best and most important part of my life.
You are the streak of light that cuts across the gloom when I'm disturbed.
And now I want you to promise me, and moreover, promise yourself that you'll find someone to be with.
You're young, you're beautiful, you're a delight. I know I love you and I know you love me too.

But promise me that you'll give yourself another chance to be loved.

Promise yourself that you'll give someone else a chance to love you.

Promise me that you'll give me a chance to see u happy again!

Words by lisha

20/03/2018

I am not a psychiatrist but I understand in love
Love is not bad
The mistake is our choice of the bad person
We have to accept the idea that we can meet a limit in our lives, we love him very much, but we do not live with him

17/03/2018

“She was someone who talks about love like she knew every facade of it

She became an advocate for love

But she hid tears in her eyes

When she knew that love works the other way around: letting go is love, being angry is love, hurting is love, pain is love.

She knew the second she realized that love isn’t always made of joy and butterflies.

That whatever she does, she would want it done by love, with love, and for love.

She was so full of love that she radically don’t mind loving those who don’t believe in love.

She became the love that everybody thought is always gullibe, fine, and jolly.

But behind that, they never knew that she was a girl wanting to be loved the way people held the most fragile and important thing to them.

She found her value because she wasn’t loved.

She became an advocate for love because she is love.

She and love are inseparable. She was tired of finding love, so she stopped chasing love. Love was tired of being chased, so love came to her.

She is the love she never knew she was making. But she knew, love is never wrong nor should be deprived.”

Words by lisha

14/03/2018

I'm here to listen.

Not to your laughter that the world hears,
That's only on the outside.
But to your cries,
The screams that are muffled deep within,
The yells that are waiting to be heard.

I'm here to listen.
Not to the nice things that you say without meaning.
But to the things that you actually think, no matter how shallow they sound.

I'm here to listen.
Not to you talking about how happy you are, when in fact you're not.
But to the rant that's been suppressing itself all day long.

I'm here to tell you.
Not that everything will be okay with time, because of that, you're well aware.
But that hardships are a part of your life, and they keep coming for you to tackle.

I'm here to tell you.
Not that you're gracefully perfect. Nobody is.
But that you are special in yourself. That you're the best version of you, and that is something no one and nothing can beat.

I'm not that friend who is going to support you through all the crap you do. I'm that friend who is going to tell you that what you're doing is crap, because I've been there, done that.

I'm the reality in an ocean of fake faces.
I'm the sarcasm that you'll be glad was directed at you.
I'm the truth that many lies seek to defy.
I'm the genuineness in a world filled with insincerity.
I'm the person who will make you wince with my words.
But trust me, you'll be glad to have one reliable ray of hope instead of a million flickering lamps!!

10/03/2018

She took out her brush,
Her hands were quaking,
She took out her palette,
Thoughtless, heedless, her mind was aching…

Just one color she had… just one
On her palette, she poured it down,
That one color was somber black,
Yes, all those colors were gone
Those shades of royal red, azure and golden…
The hues that once painted her crown

What was left was this somber black,
She thought, it was nothing but a game of fate,
A cruel game, a nasty one…
But she had to paint the canvas of her life,
‘Never’ was of no good; it was better ‘late’

Her hands still shaking,
She picked up the brush,
And as she dowsed it in that somber black,
She thought of herself- dipped in folly
But still questing for hush.

She splattered with that somber black,
And began to paint her life`s masterpiece,
She splashed strokes with sheer daintiness,
She painted with utmost fondness, without cease

Her strokes were gentle, despite her hostile fate,
Once again, to bring beauty and joy back,
And with her hope, with her tenderness,
She painted a beautiful chef-d'oeuvre in hues of somber black.

20/12/2017

I miss the times when I could hold you to myself, and gazed at the meteor shower that mankind is blessed to, night after night. That was not to be our story forever. I remember staring into the crimson eyes of the life that took you away, away from me. And we ran, and ran, and tried to run away, but that was not meant to be. You were taken prisoner, in a glass tower, from where you could see the world, beneath. I am too small for you to seek and find and see now. There were times when we wouldn’t break so easily. But that, was not meant to be our story forever. Tonight, the meteors still fall, and I can trace your name in their paths; your name, and your soul, as I feel cold knowing your fingers don’t dig deep into my skin anymore. Stories end, where pain begins to seep in, and one day, numbness takes over you, when you live and die everyday.