Chand ka tukda*

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There was much consternation in the family when he had said “yes” to her.

It was an arranged meeting set up by his maternal grandfather. Even though his parents were reluctant to go ahead with his ‘seeing’ the girl, as she was dark-complexioned, they couldn’t say no to his grandfather.

He had found her utterly charming, witty as well as feisty. He could easily see himself spending his life with her.

“But bhaiya**, why did you say yes? asked his younger sister curiously. “You know mom wants a chand ka tukda jaisi bahu!” ***

He laughed heartily and replied,”But choti****, she is chand ka tukda! When you look at her you realise, it is a moon wrapped up in brown paper.”

Looking at her bewildered expression, he winked conspiratorially, “You won’t understand, choti!” Then added, “Just wait till you meet her then you will know.”

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Dynamic pages

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I hold the manuscript of her book, as I walk out of the graveyard after her funeral.  “The story has not ended. I find new meaning in every word, as the characters unfold and express their deepest selves.” Her words on the last call pierce my psyche. Am I one of the characters? Our relationship … Continue reading Dynamic pages

Walls

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How many hours more would it be, till the inevitable happened? He stares at the walls surrounding him, and helplessness stares back at him. The engraved scripts appear to shed tears, as words get blurred with the saltiness of truth. He tracks time on international clocks, with a faint hope that he will find a … Continue reading Walls

Wine and roses

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once moreValentine's daytime to shine on channelsstriking poses, wine and roseslove reigns https://lifeafter50forwomen.com/2022/02/14/what-do-you-see-121-february-14-2022/

Sketchy Characters – The Lie

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Sketchy characters – A lie …..by Artie

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The week following our endless evening was a roller coaster ride of hushed calls from unsearchable phone numbers, secretive meetings at obscure establishments and inopportune embraces. Our long involved conversation in Lisa Lund’s Gin Joint back corner booth culminated with a brief but passionate kiss and promises. At various points she said her name was Lilith, but in her family she was called Vashti after her grandmother because they were so much alike although I could call her Saskia because that’s what her father had wanted to name her and her friends had found that out so started calling her that and we were of course going to be friends if not much more. And then, a week later, over potato pancakes and mid-day lager at the Polish Pottery History House’s lower level backroom diner (the best, check it out) her purse fell as she went for the lavatory; she…

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Terror in the Attic ~ [Trigger Warning]

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Terror in the attic …. by EM Kingston

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Before reading, know that there are abuse triggers in this text. If you are easily triggered by stories of abuse, please read carefully. Big hugs 🤗

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Eileen was hesitant to open the door leading up to the attic because she was afraid when she got up there she might find…memories that she had suppressed for a very long time. Even the thought of entering the house alone was bad enough, but that attic was somewhere she really never wanted to be again.

When she finally opened the door, all the bad juju that rested in the attic when she left came rushing back into her mind. That was a place of terror for Eileen. Always has been… and always will be.

It was the house that she grew up in, and it wasn’t like she wanted that part of her childhood revisited…

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Truth undefined

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“Everything about her was a lie….” His lower lip quivers as he tries to keep his tears in check. I decide to let him embrace his vulnerability for a while, then ask “What was it that you found so disappointing?” “She wants to move abroad and discover newer ways of living. She has no emotional … Continue reading Truth undefined

Toll

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She is unperturbed by the report, and it surprises everyone. Cancer does not frighten her. She knows that a few months of treatment will be hard on all.But meeting Death will be a new lease of existence at a different level. The capricious nature of people around her has taken its toll on her. https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2022/02/12/weekend-writing-prompt-248-capricious/

Was it all fake?

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Was it all fake? … A very real perspective by Sadje

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Her smiling face deceived everyone
Gentleness and care in her every gesture 
Agreeing with everyone, pleasant and charming
Never did she asked for anything for herself 
Never did she protest an imposition on her time



Inside there was a coil of simmering resentment 
Making her angry and dissatisfied with her lot
No one could guess what she truly felt deep inside 
For she had schooled her emotions to stay buried 
Never to show the world what she thought or felt
Because she sacrificed her true self to please others

Did anyone ever guessed or cared about her sacrifice?

PROMPT #217

The line to stoke your imagination this week is

“Everything about her was a lie….”

Written for RXC # 217, hosted by Reena

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