My Hands
Her Hands
Originally posted on Blogger on Mar 11, 2016
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He had created starts and suns and planets that stood like prized pieces at his gallery. He had created time to witness his greatness and mystery. And yet, none of them were, what he craved to create the most – life.
STRIKE 1,2 AND 3… I WON!!!
The cellphone rang and the blood sucker darling on the other side was mumbling! Engineering life made me bolder; and now I am afraid of only two words- “RESULTS OUT!!!” The one who has the habit of smiling even on the adversities of poor marks was now FURIOUS on being FUCKED up by the grade “F” that cries out “FAIL!!” aloud!! (Very loud!!!) “What the F!?!?!” was now having a double meaning blending with the double dangers existent in my home- mom and the mom like- mom’s sis! Thanks a ton to the double droppers; both the mouths were so painstakingly screaming low that I planned to flung the place…
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A woman is a soul of mystery, sometimes to herself as well. She can take the pain of an entire ocean yet not shed a tear. She can be a need for a hundred souls, an inspiration to the fallen and shoulder to the broken. She can become everything one needs her to be. But sometimes she’s just her; dreamer like a child and winged like a free bird; trying to let go everything; dying to be alone…