FICTION| 533 WORDS
Since, childhood I have always been afraid of the silence. That silence which hangs between the words, silence that hangs between the sadness and the silence that hangs between the bitterness. It was those moments, I have feared of finding the ‘real me’ in myself than the person I have always thought myself to be.
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In those nights, when you sit quietly by the window, looking at the stars, I bury my head in the small of your back and feel your anxieties seeping through your translucent skin.
In the cold of the night, we transcend barriers of communication into something surrealistic something fascinating. Our silence communicate with each other discreetly tying us together into eternal bond of love. More tightly than the last time
You want to know what happens after a heartbreak?
For all you know till now, the heart doesn’t crack the way glass does. It doesn’t fall off in pieces or make you bleed physically. Then why have you been so wrecked all these years?
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Like a shift from, the gloom to the pleasant melancholy of human emotions, the season changes gradually at its own pace. The turbulent nature gives in to the dry spell of the autumn, where everything slows down as if, they are being observant soaking up the beauty all around.
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Sometimes, it is the way, we perceive things, plays a decisive role in what we do next. And again sometimes, it is the way we decide, helps us perceive things in a way we are unfamiliar with.
©Jumbled Letters ’19
The rain drops were tickling down her nose and cheeks. She looked up at the sky and felt the rain drops falling straight on her face as if the sky was shattered into thousand pieces, falling one by one. The thunderous roar by the clouds were not out of vengeance, but of the unfathomable pain they were going through. They were in despair just like mankind and were, seeking redemptions for the sins they have committed.
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I am all ears.
Listening to the wind — time in disguise, running through the shapes of my body, to my lower abdomen from in between the legs to the foot, until the feel disappears but the sensation prevails. Time has always been the caped crusader doing justice at night, when you lie awake on your bed staring at the ceiling running through your emptiness searching for the moment that has passed by. Continue reading “Mind Games”