When Heart Remembers...

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After 20 years, they met again in school reunion. 

The time changed many things. 

Their friendship now felt like history.

But when he looked into her eyes, all the differences were forgotten. 

Because when heart remembers, its hard for mind to forget!

A five sentence fiction on Forgotten.

Its filmy & Its all His fault

Its 11pm and I'm sitting on a roadside bench, all alone. In this silence, my breath sound like crashing waves and I can still feel the tears on my cheek. In last fifteen minutes all I did still appears to me. And its all his fault.
All this started three months ago. I joined this new office and it was my first day. I was a little nervous, a little confused and at the same time excited too. In one way it was like a dream coming true. I was staring around in the corridor, searching for my room and still felt like being in dream. I was so happy and so absorbed in my own world that it took me a crash to come out of it. By crash all I mean is, this tall guy, with the cutest possible smile and dreamy eyes was in so much hurry that he ignored my presence and we clashed. All my papers flew in random directions, he had just one file in his hand, which landed safely in between us. Before my rational mind could come up with any reaction, the dreamer one thought how filmy all this was. Like a typical movie I was hoping he would help me picking and arranging my files, just like movies. My whole dreaming drowned in water when he splashed comment
"Why were you standing in the middle of my way?"
Huh? His way? He doesn't own the place and it was his fault, not mine. He was in hurry not me.
Before I could start with my rebuttal, he left. I stood there with my mouth opened wide. No one can stop me from talking and here this total stranger didn't even gave me a chance to start!
 Later I came to know, his name is Sid Parker and unfortunately he's my boss. What else could be worse, I thought. And the answer didn't took long to come.
Within the first week I realized dreams are way different than reality. Not that I didn't like this new "job-doing" phase of life. It was fun and I felt more free and for a change independent too. But as they say, "life is never easy", and so in my near perfect life my boss was the hitler. Not that he made me work like a donkey, its just I never really got his orders correctly. Like how would I know presentations are supposed to be 'plain and boring', not 'fancy and showy'? If you want the work according to your taste, be specific. Again his fault!
But with time I felt he has other side too. He's really sweet, and I know that from many instances.
   I don't know what I was thinking when I accepted the invitation to his party. It felt the right thing to do. I had no idea that he would do this!
 What he did? Well he proposed me! This freaked the hell out of me, and I ran away from there, literally. And its all his fault.
 Now here I'm, sitting on bench under the magic of street lights and stars. My mind is filled with questions. Why and when this happened? How my bitter boss all of a sudden turned this sweet? Was this real, or some prank? Feels like I'm surrounded by magic, still I refuse to accept its presence.
  I like him since the very first day but was too insecure to confess and his arrogance never encouraged. I know he has helped me so many times, but still there was something that stopped me. I'm a fountain of emotions and its better I stay out here than in there.
  With a sigh I looked towards the sky, and felt the tiny drops of water falling on my red dress. My gaze shifted at the other end of bridge, there he was, running towards me with an umbrella. He slowed down as he reached near. I felt a smile making its way on my face and my eyes started filling with tears. He didn't spoke a words, but I could read his eyes. I don't know how I do it, but I can read him very well. What exactly is going on within me, I can't really explain but its magical and never happened before. And the next thing is I heard myself saying softly "I love you too".
His eyes twinkled and no star can ever beat. He left hold of the umbrella and held me. It is crazy and lovely. I'm feeling so happy that no words can ever explain it fully. We are now dancing in rain. I looked at him and again his smile made me skip a beat, then he whispered "..and it rained that night", repeating the lines of my blog's story.

This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

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Adorable Ghonchus !!

You could always spot them together in school, the three adorable, silly girls.
Now it was time for college and also the time for them to walk on a new and different path.
In the trip to explore new world, they were alone yet connected in a unique way.
 Before the final good bye, it was time for the usual ice-cream.
 But this time they had a new company of rain and so it magically turned much fun than usual.

(p.s- its not all fiction ;) )

it's part of 5 sentence fiction on prompt rain. 

Can I skip school today?

Admiring the cotton like blanket of clouds covering the sky, she kept thinking about the last week. Her life changed in the blink of an eye. It feels like yesterday when she was in the city, happily celebrating her seventh birthday with her parents and friends. But now, as her parents separated, she had to move to the country side with her mother. She misses everything and specially her father. She was raised like a princess, but now is being bullied by her new classmates. Going to school haunts her and she doesn't like the idea of adding on more worries to her mother's life. The little girl sobs and fights everyday, she's too weak to end the 'game of entertainment' (bullying) all by herself.

  When the rain drops start making its way towards earth, with a sigh and weak smile she asks her mother "Can I skip school today?". 

this post is a part of Friday Fictioneers on attached pic prompt.

Life shows me miracle everyday

Her tears wet the pages as she read her mother's journal. 

With each sentence a sweet and sour memory floated infront of her eyes, tickling her and at the same time pinching her heart with pain. 

After the devil disease took away her mother, all she was left with was this journal and so many memories. 

It was hard without her, she never felt this empty. 

And with a sigh she read out the words written at the back "life shows me miracle everyday", waiting for some miracle to happen...

5 sentence fiction on prompt pages

A dream trap

Its Palak's b'day today (my best friend) and I'm already late for the party. I was so absorbed in watching Cam's new video, I totally lost track of time. Now I'm really rushing. I see the elevator door is about to close and I don't have time to wait. So I just run and bang! I'm in ! I press the button "6". At first I didn't notice the other person, so I turned to take a look. 

    Oh my god! Am I dreaming. Please pinch me. Is it true?? Cameron Dallas is over here, in my city, and we both are in the same elevator. I'm so thrilled. I know staring is weird, but I can't really help it. My excitement level is shooting up like a rocket. Then I hear myself saying in a strange, quaky voice "Cam?! you are here?? In India !!". I feel out of breath. I instruct myself to be calm. I take a deep breath as his lips curve into a smile. The smile that just makes my heart swell. Then he says "yeah!". 

    "beeeeeeeeppp!! teeeppp"

 What was that sound? Oh god, elevator isn't moving. I'm trapped in an elevator with Cameron Dallas. What else can one ask for. But I can feel it, I'm panicked. I always have this strange fear from elevators. And now which should be an awesome moment, all I'm doing is freaking out. I can sense the same is the case with him.

  Next thing I hear is a machine voice saying "I request you not to panic as were fixing the problem and it won't be long. Sorry for inconvenience" 

  I look at him, he takes a sigh. All these years I have dreamed of meeting him and now when its actually happening I don't know what to say. What is wrong with me?

  I start "You know what, every Wednesday I tried #CallMeCam but never got your call (yes he calls his fans every wednesday) and I have tweeted you tons of times...but they get lost in other billion tweets! I have longed to go to your MAGCON tour, but it was out of my reach..". 

   When I don't know what to say, I start blabbering and I'm doing the same. I'm not here to complain and stuff. Oh no! what am I saying. 

 Then he looked at me, his warm eyes just make me stare at him more. And said "I'm really sorry for that, but don't you think being trapped in elevator with me is better than MAGCON?" with a smirk. I caught myself smiling. Then we talked about so many things. I felt like I already know this person. We discussed his vines and videos, his friends, the trip and how Nash (his friend) dared him to visit a random country & he ended up here. It was so like a dream that I never want to wake up. Then after 10 minutes (which felt like 2 mins) the elevator started working. So I quickly requested for a selfie with him. Then I reached my floor and he hugged me before we parted. I was literally shaking out of excitement. 

    I know I'm really late for Palak's party, but I also know she would understand. She knows how his videos made my laugh in hard times and he's the one who taught me "being weird and different is the best thing" !! 

I'm still thrilled. 

Sometimes being trapped feels like being in new world worth to explore. 

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This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

Miss Fancy Boots

 
I'm really tired after today's basketball practice. I can feel beads of sweat making me gleam in this bright noon sunlight. The school, homework, next week's exam and inter-school basket ball match: thinking about all this is making me sick and the hot weather is cherry on the top of all this mess. My feet feels heavy to move. I'm staring down at the grayish-black road and hoping to magically reach home soon. Cars are passing by but I continue to look down.
      After some time when I finally lift my gaze, there I see her feet,  with floral print, fancy black boots on. It was the first time I saw some girl sitting on road, waiting for something, or maybe someone. As I was about to see her face, I hear another girl's shout from other end of the road "Anna lets go!!"  And the next thing I see is the fancy boot girl getting up and running towards the sound in full speed. I'm trying to get a glimpse of her face, but all I manage to see is her long, wavy, dark brown hairs covering her face and slightly flying in the wind of her speed.  She appears like a free bird flying with no worries, no stress. I can hear her lively giggles as she runs farther away from my side. I notice that all this time I was smiling & standing still, and I don't remember when exactly I stopped. I saw her disappearing in the roadside apple orchard.
     I started moving again, but this time my mind is busy thinking about her. I adore her, her wavy hairs and those black fancy boots. Strange, I don't even know her.
 
   Its evening now and I still can't stop thinking about her. Who is she? Will I ever get to see her again? Do I know her?! All my other worries are already crushed by her fancy boots and in my mind I'm replaying the scene again and again. I want to meet her, I don't know why, but I really want to. Its crazy but lovely, I feel queerly attracted to a girl whom I have barely seen. All I know about her is her name is Anna, or at least that is what her friend calls her.
     What is this feeling? I have no idea. But now I want to find "Miss Fancy Boots", the girl whose thoughts make my smile!

(to be continued......)

Little Innocent Firefly

       
  I was another pair of eager eyes in the audience, 'Clarison Isse Martiene' announced the anchor.
 She took longer than others to enter the stage and this only grew my curiosity. Then when my eyes finally found her, I was dazzled. She was a little girl of five and her tiny fingers were wrapped around a glowing sword. From head to toe she wore neon lights and danced like an innocent firefly in darkness of cruel world.


for 5 sentence fiction on dazzles

Her Tear Victory

Ruhi was always the quiet & calm one, unlike her younger brother Rudra who was like a storm, spontaneous & loud. She has always been the mystery to others, her talents were still not known to most. In her mind she carried a whole new world and heaps of desires.

As Ruhi :

 So it happened again. The annual examination results are out and I got less than my brother. He has got the perfect 10 grade and I'm stuck at 9. I feel sad, so to distract myself I checked my mail, and guess what, my poem got the 1st prize in The T.T Poetry Competition. This made my day and as usual its written on my face. I'm overjoyed. I never told my parents I write poems, they just reside safely in my diary. But today I wanted to reveal this secret habit! How happy they would be, I can imagine their faces lighting up with happiness and the proud expression which is always there for my brother.
   I slowed down as I reached the living room, my mother and Rudra were there. I scanned the room for my father, as it has always been my desire to make him proud. I always call myself 'Daddy's girl'. So there he was, talking on phone with someone, maybe with Sant Uncle. He was his best friend. As I headed towards him, tip toed to break the news suddenly & surprise him. Then I felt my legs freeze. I heard him saying in a disappointed tone "hmm.. it was again a 9, no improvements". These words really stabbed hard. I didn't realize my grades matter much, after all I have different plans for life. I want to go for something creative & that doesn't require grades, I know that. I felt a lump in my throat. I was standing there still and around me everything was normal. No one paid much notice to my presence.
NoooOO not again. I felt the tears filling me eyes and I didn't want to cry. No, not like every time. These tears always shut me down and I can't speak out what I want to. My heart ached in the familiar way. I started taking deep breaths, but the pool of tears started to flow and I felt Mom's gaze shifting towards me. She can easily tell whenever I'm crying. Maybe my red eyes were loud. I tried like usual to hide them with my short straight hairs. In past few months I have disappointed them many times. But I always wish they could read me, know what goes inside me. Not that I didn't tried to explain myself, but everytime I did my tears ruined it all. This time I decided I won't let my voice die. No, not this time.
 I struggled with tears, he was done with phone. I knew my tears would break my voice. And again Rudra would start teasing me 'crying baby' !! This might not be big deal, but it hurt. And this time I had full plan to finally speak up. So after struggling and fighting my tears, I found my voice and I heard myself saying "why my marks matter so much when I want to be an artist?" and I left at that. Yes, just a question. I said nothing more and tears were already wetting my cheeks and my voice lost strength to say more. But it did the job. I found that a guild spread over Dad's face. I didn't want that, but then he understood what I felt. He regretted and I could feel that. I shifted my gaze and stared the floor. As my tears started falling off and the silence in room was like the one just after storm. Yes, I finally did it, my little victory in efforts of bringing my feeling out using my voice. The part that my parents know how much I crave for silence to succeed in drying those tears, helped every time. So I made a little step but couldn't really get the voice to tell them about my secret talent.!
  Maybe one day I could do it well, speak up my thoughts and feeling without the salty evils.

Curious Explorer

I turned towards that scratched wooden fence, this time it didn't look frail & dusky. 

As those pair of eyes followed me till the end limits, I felt the strength of those fence. 

It is strong enough to obstruct the path of a curious explorer. 

Harsh enough to imprison an innocent heart's desire. 

Looking at it gave me a strange shiver, and I ran away fencing myself from reality.

for 5 sentence fiction on FENCED

Wish Of A Fangirl

The day I first saw you, I couldn't turn my eyes away. Little did I knew that you were the charm most girls want today. Then I saw the humble you, sweet enough to melt my heart, different enough to change my view. With no intention I fell for you, but to you I'm another girl in the crowd.  And now I stood here, wishing for the time you'll look at me the same way I do ! 

( for 5 sentence fiction on topic WISHES)

5 sentence on infinite story, Marriage

I scanned his eyes to capture the emotion.
The twinkle, the joy and the soft smile, melt my heart like the first time.
After an year our lovely marriage, he held our little baby doll.
And laying there I witnessed a new turn in our world !

(for:5 sentence fiction on marriage)

NO BLABBERING INFRONT OF STRANGERS

 I was about to leave the hall after another one of those torturous entrance exams, but then the girl in front desk turned and in a friendly way asked "how was it?" and i made that "not good" expression. And she said "even mine wasn't good'. I have noticed, it makes me really happy to hear such replies. Exams aren't meant to be good everytime and these kind of replies make you feel better and you don't think you are the dumbest person alive. Atleast that is the case with me!

 So we chatted for some time and then i asked her from which school she was. Hearing her reply i said 

"Hey! there are many students from your school in my coaching. Like, there is Nick........"

She cut my sentence and repeated "Nick?"

And i have no i dea what came over me, i just blabbered 

"Yeah! he is sooo irritating and dumb...." and i just continued blabbering.

Then she asked "Full name?"

I replied " Nick Moore*"

And then she looked at me with that amazed-shocked  expression and said

"HE IS MY BROTHER"

Inside me i was like "wWWwhhhhaaaaaaat ! Shit !! i shouldn't have said that... i shouldn't have "

I had no idea what to say next. But i heard myself saying in a low voice

" Oh! so you are the one, he talks about you a lot"

and waved "bye" !

So moral of the story :- never blabber anything about anyone infront of a stranger ! NEVER!