As darkness engulfs the vacant streets,
I light up myself,
To eat up the delicate shadows,
Of her, fragile body.
She was walking on the pavement, lost in her thoughts, uncared about the drizzle turning into heavy rain. The long wet hair was sticking to her face, and the crocs were squelching on the empty road. A little beam from the nearby lampposts was falling on her left side, and she looked like a crescent moon, awaiting perfection. A deep unsettling feeling has surged inside her. And these fluctuating waves were leading to a simmering pot of fire hidden deep inside her. Why was she feeling so angry? Was it a person or environment, causing her so much trouble. An unpleasant day which started with her losing her black pearl earring in the shower to her nearly getting hit by a car while crossing the road β followed by a stormy discussion with her boss on a new project.
She has given up on people a long time ago, or has she? Was she disguising her expectations from herself? After all, this time did she still believe that people can do things for her, selflessly. Or is just one person from whom her all expectation come rising. But she gave up on him too, a long time ago. And yet here she was feeling broken again because he didn’t reply to her text. She knew he wouldn’t, yet she couldn’t stop her heart from betraying her resolution of never texting him again. How could she, it was his birthday, a date which meant so many things to her. But then it was she who has asked him to leave her alone. She still remembers the night when she cruelly said those words, cutting the last thread of their unnamed relationship. She knew he had blocked her from all the platforms, but she hasn’t done that yet. She didn’t want to close this last gate, what if he wants to talk to her someday and what if when he tries, he couldn’t reach her. Hope against hope of losing or should she say finding herself again in those eyes where the chaos of the world, subsidies. Or maybe she needs to learn the art of walking alone. A tear trickled down her cheek, she smiled wryly and wiped her tear. It’s then she realized her phone was ringing in her raincoat’s pocket. Fumbling she took it out of her pocket. Glistening like a pearl was his name flashing on the screen filled with tiny rain droplets. She looked bemused, and then she smiled, lightning her dim eyes.
Now standing below the lamppost, she was the radiant full moon.
PS: Huhhh… finally after so many unfinished drafts of poems and stories written over last few days, I managed to write this small fiction piece, today. I hope you guys like my attempt. Do share your feedback in comments section.
Eeeeeee this is greattt πππ
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Thanks honeyπππ
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This actually felt like part 2 to me π So I enjoyed the flow.. looking forward to next part.
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Is that soπ€ I wrote this one just as a trial on fiction writing, I am glad that you find it interesting. Thank you for readingππ I will come up with part 3 soonπ
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Awww that’s so sweet π
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This was beautifully written ππyou’re a very talented writer
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Thank you so much Aisha ππ it means alot specially coming from some one who is a published authorππ
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It’s lovely to read how she became a radiant full moon in an otherwise rainy day. Keep going – just a suggestion, can you break it into more paragraphs? Easier to navigate π
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Thank you so much dear β€ I will keep your suggestion in my mind for next writing ππ and big question …how are you girl? Long time, no see ?
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Woww….. I thought you will never write on this genre. And you have written it very well . KUDOS
Curious to know what gonna happen next.
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Thank you so much, it took me long time to come to this genre π I will try to come up with next part soon dearβ€
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Beautifully written !!!
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Thanks kukuππππ
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This indeed is just so beautiful. I so loved the optimistic ending. May Allah bless all of us ΔmΔ«n
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I wasn’t sure about the ending when I started writing but as they say sometime you write a piece and sometimes the piece writes you. AMENβ€
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True
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Awesome one, Neerja Di! β€ Readers can just feel the pain oozing out of the words. And you are nowhere near complete with this one π Please continue!
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Wow thanks dear ππ I am so overwhelmed by such a good response, would definitely try to continue it
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You’re most welcome, darling, and yes yes please do!! ππππππ
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β€β€β€ surely I will tryβ€
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You can do it β€οΈ
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Really like it, had me riding with it.
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Wow thanks πππ didn’t know you were following my blogπ
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The battles of a withered mind – battered with time so beautifully expressed
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Thank you so much ππ and rightly said the musings of once mindπ
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My absolute pleasure
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Aw, this was so nice. I could almost feel what you were feeling when you wrote it. So well done!
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Wow that’s a huge compliment πππ thank you loveβ€β€
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I love your writing NJ β€ Is this story to be continued? ππ
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Thanks loveβ€ I will surely try to continue the story π
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Your vivid descriptions helped bring this piece to life in my mind.
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Thank you so much πππ it means alot, was writing something like this after a long time.
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