As soon as i entered the house, a strange silence fell over me. It was as if i had become dumb all of a sudden. Nothing could prepare me for what i witnessed. Emotions were mixed and i simply did not know how to react.
It all started like as usual. A quick shower, a quick bite and race to the office before the early morning rush settled in. Just like everyday, i greeted him via a text message.
But today was a little bit different. He did not respond immediately like how he always does. I assumed he would be driving so the delay.
As i waited for his reply, i gradually settled down to the day’s work. I work in a very busy environment where every second counts and the boss watches like an eagle ready to pounce on the moment someone relaxes. As I started work, my mind kept wandering to the missing text message that should have been here almost an hour ago.
The last few days has been kind of mixed in many ways. Right when I thought I shall start writing once again, my imagination and to an extent the little brain I had did the unthinkable. All the ideas and thoughts that were swarming inside just disappeared after a good night’s sleep.
It was as if my mind just became blank or as I am saying to myself, clear. No reason and absolutely no bloody excuse why this happened. So I did a quick search on big G and the solution was to keep writing more!
Ok, I have no idea what to write and I am stuck in-between this world and that world. Clueless of what to write I decided not to worry too much and just concentrate on other things. Even after a bit of shopping, movie and some late night parties nothing came up. Not even a little spark.
Life is a mystery everyone says, but if you ask me Time is a bigger mystery. When you want it to go slow, it just zooms like a roadrunner. And when you want time to go fast, it just crawls like a snail.
I did not realize two weeks had gone past since I last spoke with her. Only a text message enlightened of that fact that neither of us spoke or even made any attempt to break the silence. It is very unusual of me to remain silent especially with certain people.
I decided to break the ice and called her up immediately. But as luck would have it, there was no response. Being the tech savvy person, I sent her a text message
"Hi, its been a while since we talked. So, if you are free tomorrow lets meet over a cup of coffee."
It all happened very suddenly, I was busy trying to figure out what was going on and probably the frustration of not trying to reach a solution got the better off me. I quickly wrapped up everything, switched off the computer and left work.
Not sure where I was headed, I climbed on my bike and just proceeded where the roads took me. As the hunger pangs overpowered my senses, I stopped at a nearby restaurant hoping to put an end to this at-least.
Waiting for my order to come, I started to wonder what I was doing wrong. What seemed so damn perfect yesterday now seemingly has gone out of control. But as soon the food was in-front of me, everything vanished and I quickly gobbled up everything on the plate.
As I made my way into the marriage hall, I could not find any familiar faces. I had come to a friend’s wedding reception yet I was feeling so lonely and irritated.
The events from the previous evening still haunted me and try as much as possible, I couldn’t shake them off my mind. I decided not to come to this reception yet I needed to break out of the cage that I have found myself in. Since this was also my best friend’s wedding reception I cannot avoid it as well. So with a heavy heart and a fake smile, I dressed up decently, made my way into this "party loving crowd", wished them and promptly took my place in the last few rows of the hall.
"Son, what are you doing here?" a huge voice billowed from the room next to me.
Disclaimer: This is not the continuation of the previous writing. My second attempt at non-poetic writing.
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As I lay there on the bed after a hard day at work, my phone rings just like every single day. Lifting my head slowly and answering the phone for answering sake, I listen to the entire speech without interrupting.
"I want to meet you in person." I spoke in a soft voice that was barely audible.
"Sorry I cannot see you now, but I will see you tomorrow morning " the voice on the other side whispered in a trembling voice.
Having agreed to meet the next day, I had nothing else to say and promptly disconnected the line.
Grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, I went back to bed and dozed off soon or at-least tried to.
Disclaimer: This is my first attempt at something non-poetic. Infact the very first time i have written something in a story format. So, if you find anything wrong or anything that could be written differently/better, please let me know so that i can make the changes in the next attempt.
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I reached home and hit the bed straight. Everything has been said and done. All the things have come to a grinding halt and there is nothing else left to do anymore.
Emotions knew no meaning and I was trembling with uncertain thoughts. All my hopes and all my dreams have just come crashing down within a span of 30 minutes.
All things that I treasured meant nothing and try as much, "I couldn’t sleep". Until today afternoon, everything was so good. I felt like a "prince" living life to the fullest.
But in one fateful afternoon, I witnessed what I "never dared to dream". And that ended it all. My whole world came "crashing down" like a toy house. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to live or if I wanted to die. "Life had become a question mark to me".
Ever since I was asked to write short stories I simply laughed at the suggestion and did not take it seriously. But in the last couple of days, I gave this some serious thought and right now I am proud author of 3 short stories .
Nothing fancy and nothing earth shattering, just that instead of writing poems, I decided to write them as short stories.