Love, unknown

Social networking sites on Internet embraced her with open arms while assuring freedom from her loneliness. She had couple of friends from her school and college, but they were busy chasing their dreams and it left her craving for some company and attention. Internet offered plenty of it. She met like-minded people and they always made her feel wanted. Unlike others, she found life in the virtual world.

Exchanging names, then exchanging phone-numbers, an hour chit-chat and finally meeting up in real, it was easier than she had supposed. She knew what she wanted and she was ready to pay any price to get it, the price being time. Sometimes, she would also explore the real world. If she encountered someone in a pub or saw someone on street checking her out, then she would encourage them with a smile and sometimes even befriend them. The Virtual world had not only taken away her loneliness but it had made her confident. Now, she had a reason to smile and people, whom she could call friends.

I'm mom's sweetheart.

It was a pleasant weather. The cloudy sky, the sweet fragrance of the soggy earth and the cool breeze that brushed over her face, everything was mesmerizing. However, without noticing anything, she kept on walking to arrive at an unknown destiny. Her eyes were filled with tears and her mind engrossed by that one person, her mom.

Her pregnancy was confirmed and though she was extremely happy, excited and what not about the new baby to come home, from past few days she had been pondering over her past and that was troubling her. She had questioned those few decisions that she had taken in the past, which had not only changed her life but also her mom’s and she failed to justify those very decisions.

Escape

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"Please show me mercy and just kill me already", he begged her but she wouldn't listen. She tortured him at her leisure. She wanted to savor every moment of the sweet sin that she was committing. Instead of choosing a lethal weapon that would kill him at once, she had picked up needles and nails to torture him. She didn't want to give him a quick death because he didn't deserve it. She wanted him to feel the pain that he had imposed on those hundreds and thousands whom he had killed. She wanted him to beg for death that she would never grant him, at least not that easily.

Matchmaking

Wedding isn’t an easy affair. Be it the bride or the groom or their families, everyone experience excitement, confusion and anxiety on the big day. They laugh together, they cry together and definitely they gossip. Wedding hall becomes the hotspot of all possible things one can imagine. Flirty boys, giggly girls, nosy old bags and noisy kids, it offers something to everyone.

“I’m coming only because you promised me that you won’t do any match making business over there”, Sushma argued.

Her mom checked her make-up in the mirror for one last time before taking the keys from the drawers. “Alright sweetheart, I promise that I won’t try to fix you up with anyone. Now, shall we leave? It’s late already”.

Plain Jane's Obsession

It was so easy for her to fall in love with him. He was the captain of the school Cricket Club. He was handsome and he was one of the top scorers of the class. Like every other girl at school, she wanted him to notice her. However, she was neither pulchritudinous nor a genius, which would have made her stand out from the rest. She was just an ordinary Plain-Jane. She knew he would never notice her, not when Ramya, Preeti and Tanya were around him. She hated everyone of them because they got his attention without even trying...after all, they were his friends. They were not just his friends but also beautiful, so stunningly beautiful that they were quite famous among boys and the only boy who knew her was Vikas because like him she too read Archie (a comic book).

A substitute

Sometimes he was so close and other times so faraway from her. She supposed the past still haunted him but whenever she tried talking about it, he always dismissed the topic saying he was just looking forward for a better future, a future with her.

He told her that he was glad that she had never left his side, in both easy and difficult times, but she wanted him to know that she was more than glad to be around him. Whenever he was around, she just couldn't take off her eyes off him and the way she was all praises for him made her friends suspect that she was in love. She surely loved him and had always loved him. It had started with mere friendship and along with time, it has grown into something stronger and purer than that.

Time travel

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"We can't take that risk. We don't know how her body might react to the speed, so we ought to send a test subject before we summon her", he explained. He hoped they would get his point, he hated this part of his work. Making a bunch of lunkheads understand science was more difficult than teaching a monkey to speak English.

Playtime is over

"Hello, Mr. Singer! I'm sorry that I kept you waiting".

"Not at all, Sire. I was talking to Mr. Fox's maid".

He gazed at John before saying, "I'm here to educate you regarding the case". "But I guess you already know pretty much".

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"Twenty three-twenty four-twenty five", Gracie finished counting and when she opened her eyes, she didn't see anyone. They had hidden quickly, but she was sure she would find everyone sooner than she had in her last game. She had picked up few tricks from others.

Tagged, so here I am

I was tagged by Megha. Here are the questions I was supposed to answer along with the answers

1. What is your current obsession?

A. Naruto(Japanese Cartoon show)

2. What are you wearing today?
A. Jeans and T-shirt

3. What's for dinner today?
A. Rice and curry (like always)

What if?

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Watching ones mother weep for you, while you lay on your death bed, waiting to die, isn’t surely what you would fancy to see. You would wish you were rather dead than witness such a thing. I too, so much wish I was dead than lay here, impotently.


I know mother would miss me and more than her, Sumati would. If I somehow manage to live, then they need not suffer the heartache that my death would give them. I wish to live. I ask to myself, "What if I could live?"