As part of her Garden of Gratitude series, this week Saumya is asking her readers “How are you feeling?” In my part of the world, asking people how they are doing is just a formal greeting we exchange a hundred times a day. A politeness we throw at each other when we meet people…… Continue reading How do you do?
Revenge… The hunger for revenge is something absolutely innate, I think. I don’t think we learn to want to get back at people who hurt us. It is natural. Injure any animal, and it’ll want to bite back. If anything, I think we learn not to crave revenge. Not all of us. Some stay comfortably…… Continue reading Better served…
On all those unsuspected wounded spots…. Lips… almost felt. Almost.
As I ambled through the tight cheerful crowd, I realized how small and meaningless I was. Just a drop in the sea… A grain of sand, merely a dot. Just a bland spot on the canevas of life… Daily Prompt: Amble
True love, you give without being asked to. And you wait for without being able to demand… One of those precious things that are as pleasant to give, as it is to receive….
Gather around, Lovelies, because I am going to do something very unusual today…. I am going to be serious! (ok, close your mouth… I’m not that shallow) Our brains are weird little things (ok, mine might be a little weirder than average, but that’s not the point… I am supposed to be serious,…… Continue reading Be careful…
Dearest, promise me… Never to let me get your full attention, charm you, get my way through the heavily guarded fortress of your heart… Never let my eyes weaken your will, never let my smile pull promises out of your mouth. Don’t succomb, don’t surrender, to my pleas and my whispers… No matter how…… Continue reading Promise me…
When we began to consider each others feelings we progressed farther avoiding obstacles discarding innuendo dropping the veils of mistrust and ignorance, shortening the distance between us thus allowing us to see each other for who we really are and who we want each other to see and to know, Knowing what you feel…… Continue reading When We Began…
She counted the jars, waiting for the water to boil. Hoping she had enough of them, as she plunged the glass containers in the steamy pot, one by one. She had a lot to take care of. Canning her dreams, canning her hopes, canning her love… Before it went bad. So many Spring memories,…… Continue reading Saving herself.
Telling her what I knew, what I know leaving nothing to the imagination, save for one thing, A trifle a thought the one secret, I kept from her her prying eyes, her wandering gaze waiting, watching, a sea of expectations set adrift Telling her what I thought about her felt about, lusted about wanted…… Continue reading Keeping Secrets…
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