INDEBTED FOREVER

Naina kept looking at the wall clock...it was normally not her habit to check the time every few minutes.

But, today was special...she had a huge surprise waiting for her mother.

She had baked a cake, the most colourful cake ever...for her mother, who'd return from work any moment.

The decorations were lovely and she was sure it'd make her mother proud and happy.

Her mother had no idea secretly Naina would eagerly learn cooking lessons; anything to be of use.

Indebted forever as she was - since her mother signed those adoption papers and brought her home.




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WE ARE ALL THE SAME!

She loved God, but, she hated religion(s). God was personal, but, religion was so public; and, so divisive.

She hated these gatherings under elaborate domes where more than God, how to expand their faith was urgently discussed.

How to convert others into their faith, how to imperialize the world through sheer numbers - bigger the better, their ultimate aim.

She despised, how almost all religion's aim was only to prove theirs better than the other.

When will humanity realise, that, we are all the same ~ we feel same emotions, get same illnesses, have same red blood and skeletal bones. Sigh!




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WHAT LAY BENEATH

'What's that Jiya?' Seeri asked excitedly, as she spotted an unusual looking construct at the back of Jiya's house. 'Is that a pond?'

'Yea, frozen now,' Jiya replied, somewhat hesitant... instead tried to divert Seeri's attention, 'See those mountains over there, we get great views from here.'

Seeri dragged her eyes from the strange looking pond and went over to where Jiya stood, her mind still lingering at the pond, why Jiya didn't want to speak much about it, she wondered.

Jiya, meanwhile, was glad she diverted Seeri's attention, she could not disclose what lay beneath - secret, only she knew.




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THE PERFECT JOB

Lily could not have asked for a better job or a place to stay...her tiny office at the national park converted into a cosy place to sleep as well.

The most remotest job one could ask for, the park rarely had any visitors; but, Lily got her monthly salary which she was grateful for. She loved the quietness of it all.

With nature and solitude around, it was her little heaven.

Nothing would make her give it up...not after having lived in the city encountering frauds and treachery for decades.

Here, she was untouched by the mean world.




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FLYING PIGS

I bought these at an antique shop. They were the first thing I saw when I entered the shop - the mirrors.

I bought a few as I thought, they'd be just perfect for my living room - mirrors always made the space look so much larger.

Delighted with my choice I did DIY and stuck them myself wherever I could - walls, on the sliding doors.

Now, after many weeks, I'm not sure I made the right choice. I should've enquired into their history - whom did they belong to originally.

For every night, strange faces appear...and I see pigs fly inside.




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THE BLACK BEACH

'Forbidden after sun-set' the sign read, at the infamous 'black' beach.

The beach was once a cremation ground where villagers burnt their dead. Their ashes, over time, got mixed with the sand ~ thus, its colour.

I stood looking, it looked like any other beach - with tourists, vendors etc...but as evening approached, the guard whistled and chased everyone out.

I hid behind a shack, and waited, until it had gone quiet and dark. I wanted to see if the haunted rumours were true.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed my shoulder.

Ghost?

No, it was the guard - he found me out.




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THE WAIT

"Wait for me in the new Alley," he said. "I will come," he promised.

And so, I waited. Days turned into months. Months turned into years. I waited.

The paint in the walls dried and slowly peeled off; but, I waited.

Weathered now through decades, the structure too started crumbling. I still waited.

My once black hair had turned into a blob of grey.; my vivacious youth, now lost away. I still waited.

The place that promised his return ~ I sat on that alley, everyday.

The legs wobbled, of the bench that was once sturdy.

Trying to balance, I waited.




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WHEN REALITY HIT!

Wanting to move to the big city with glitzy dreams in her eyes, she hoped she'd be a star some day.

She was envious of her classmate who had made a similar move.

One day, she just decided to run away and make it big, so, she dropped out of college.

In the big city though, reality hit...and hit hard; she was homeless and had no money, surviving became a challenge.

She regretted her choice, but, didn't have the courage to face her folks back home.

To make ends meet, she started standing behind counter of a souvenir shop.






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GRANDMA'S GLASSES

I always saw my grandma in her glasses.. she always seemed lost in her world but happy. Sometimes, she'd be seen waving or talking to someone too.

Old age effects, everyone thought.

"These are special," she once told me, "I got it from my grandma; and, when time comes you'll get it too."

"Why are they special, Grandma?" I'd often ask. She'd reply, "You'll find out."

Once she passed away, I was left with a parcel. Inside, were her glasses.

Unsure, I tried them on.

To my amazement, I saw my grandma wave at me. Her glasses saw other realms!




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PICK ME UP!

She looked at the strange bunch of flowers, perfectly arranged...they seemed to say - 'pick me up.'

Thinking she must be imagining, she ignored and instead tried concentrating on the problem at hand...how to get the money she so desperately needed for the bills and loans, she thought helplessly.

Losing the only job she had, made it worse.

''Pick me up,'' the flowers whispered. She looked that the bunch again, did it really speak to her?

'Yes, pick me up,'' it said again.

And she did - there was bundles and bundles of cash beneath!




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THE SUNSET

She had fallen in love with that sunset, yet, this same sunset tormented her each living day.

There was no escaping it. It was always there - same time, same place reminding her ~ of her failure.

Each day, when the sky went ablaze with bright red-orange and yellow hues, inside, her heart would burn; the pain so writhing, and raw.

If only, she could change things; if only she could undo the mistake - of admiring the mesmerizing sunset, that fateful day.

If only she was more careful, her baby wouldn't have crawled to the pool and drowned.




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THIS CHRISTMAS

This Christmas I'll propose to her, I thought.

I always had a huge crush on Molly, my neighbor. My heart broke several times when I'd see her going out with different blokes, all through high school, but every time they broke-up, my hopes rose.

I wanted to propose to her, but, never could muster the courage. From pretty teenager to a woman, with kids, she had transformed; yes, she had gotten married too, but, not with me.

However, I heard, she was divorced. So, this time I had hope, but alas, since my accident, I no longer have my body.




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THE MEAL-TICKET

Not a dime in my pocket, I sat on a park bench under the leafy canopies - my shelter.

Looking around, my glance fell on an easel that was nearly falling over; childish things, I scoffed.

Here I was on an empty stomach, while there were those spoilt rich who wasted their money in such hobbies.

I picked a discarded local newspaper and my eyes fell on the advertisement - some rich kid had left his painting kit near the park, anybody who brought it would be rewarded.

I again looked at that easel ...not loathing anymore, it was now my meal ticket.




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COME ALONE!

'You have to come early this Sunday morning...before the crowds fill in.'

'But why, Jacob?'

'You'll find out...and, don't tell anyone.'

And, she went ~ excited, curious, nervous...why did he call her alone, she thought; it was Sunday, very early, there was no one...she looked around whispering, 'Jacob?'

She heard footsteps from behind, but, couldn't see him, where was he...why was he playing games; oh, don't keep such suspense, she wanted to scream...would he propose?

Just then, a piercing pain shot through her head; behind stood Jacob, revolver in hand - 'die bitch' he muttered with an evil grin.




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WHAATTZAT THING?

'This is not the only one...similar structures have been spotted across different cities, across all continents.'

'And, mysterious thing is they've popped up overnight; no one saw the actual construction.'

'And you do know, many people have been missing since, and the numbers growing; puzzling even governments.'

'Why are they not able to do anything about it...are the governments too involved somehow, secretly?'

'Someone said they're actually be set up by aliens, abducting people, doing experiments on them and even teleporting to distant galaxies.'

'Whoa.....I just pray and hope my turn doesn't come, I'd hate to be abducted by aliens.'




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TALE OF LG ( LEFT GUITAR ), MG ( MIDDLE GUITAR ) AND RG ( RIGHT GUITAR )!

LG : I was my owner's first choice; his childhood dream; he spent his growing days with me...we share our best memories together.

MG : So, what...didn't he replace you with me because you always had some problem... okay, he was young and kept breaking your strings...but, he gained experience with me...I didn't fail him.

RG : Haha...look who is talking....so, if you were so good why did he replace you as well...I was his final choice, wasn't I?

LG : Look out, don't be smug... he's walking in with the fourth now; he's replacing you as well.

MG : Hehe...

RG : Oops...oh no!


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MISSING CO-PILOT

He was the pilot of his life, and this spot ~ his cockpit, his mother would often say.

He spent his entire life paralyzed, here; his mother, his co-pilot would sit in the chair next to his.

They'd zoom through the entire neighborhood through this single window, his only outlet to the outside world.

Today, he was old, frail; his disability worsened, and his co-pilot no more in this world.

She was the only one who made him feel alive ~ so loved and cared for.

One day soon, he'd meet up with her, till then all he could do was wait.






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A PEG NOT ENOUGH

He promised himself, just a peg or two, and, no more.

Its been several, he had lost count; people came in the bar and left several of them through the night.

But, he sat alone, gulping down peg after peg...still it didn't seem enough.

The bartenders too came upto him several times as it was approaching dawn-time, and time to close.

Many hookers too had come, trying to woo and tempt, promising a more spicier night, but, he refused.

Everything blurred in front of him, except her face that kept flashing; a reminder, that he'll never be over her.




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WOULD YOU?

No builder would touch it although the seller was desperate to sell it somehow.

Being in prime area, yet, it had no takers; tall premium skyscrapers adorned its neighborhood.

At stake was a reputation that only got darker and darker.

Everyone had heard those rumors; whoever stayed as tenant, ending up jumping to their death.

Renting too was no longer an option, because, whoever lived in the place had to share it with the previous deceased occupants.

The place was slowing decaying with no takers, after all, who would want to buy or live in a haunted house! Would You?




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THE FUNERAL

As news spread, people started flocking the town graveyard to mourn as his lifeless body lay flat.

The priest said the prayers, and the mourners offered flowers as their last respect.

Lots of hushed murmurs about how the deceased was during his lifetime; some praised him, while some who knew otherwise, kept quiet.

He was no doubt a very successful man, but also had a dubious past.

Little far he stood, invisible to all, as he stared at his own funeral - he could hear them all.

Once a real-estate tycoon, in death, all he had was a six feet grave.




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