It's over.

It's over. Bye


He was staring at the screen. It took a whole of three minutes for it to sink in. He didn't know how to handle this. He thought he would try calling her. But it was late and he didn't want to land her into trouble. He stayed up for a long time, wondering where he went wrong. It was just another ordinary day made extra ordinary where the extra was because of her. He made her laugh. They exchanged 'I love you-s' and virtual hugs. Was it all a lie? What would have made her say that? He broke down. The clock struck 12.

He got a text from her which said,
'Damn you TRAI' 

Scream

She didn't know where to run. She didn't know where to hide. There wasn't enough time to think. She ran into the room screaming. She didn't know what to do. She paced across the room for a while. She placed her ears on the door and tried to listen. She couldn't hear a thing but she knew he was coming, coming for her. She looked around. She decided to hide inside the closet. She tried to lock it from the inside. She couldn't. She stood there silently, praying. She knew it was only a matter of few minutes. She could hear approaching footsteps. That was it. He opened the door and entered the room. She could see him. He came near the closet. She could hear him breathe. He opened the door slowly. She could hear herself screaming. 
"You two! Play without making noise", shouted mom from the living room. It was his turn to hide.

What-to-name-it -4

I was sitting there watching him. He was probably 4-6 years old. You would expect such a kid to either smile or cry all the time but he was terrified. It could be seen in his eyes. He looked around. There were strangers all around him. His fear seemed to rise by the passing minute. There was this guy standing close to the kid. Must be his dad. Even his presence did not comfort him. I assumed even he was not against that which was going to happen. The kid must have felt let down by his own dad. The guy with the blade came nearer. The kid started screaming. All I could do was to sit and watch the kid scream while he got his haircut done. 

What-to-name-it -3

This story will have a cold ending.


It was a couple of hours after sunrise. His hands were frantically moving in random directions, his face had the weirdest expression. He could hear his mom screaming from a distance but couldn't quite figure out what she was speaking. His eyes were bloodshot. Suddenly pristine white froth started coming out of his mouth. None was around. The screaming continued, the froth ceased. His hands came to a rest. He could hear what she was screaming. The coffee was turning cold.

What to name it -2

It was a warm day and the happenings added more warmth to it. He had a wide grin, couldn't stop smiling. He came into the drawing room. You know people say that the smile of a baby cannot be compared with anything else? Well, it can be compared with that of a 70 year old's toothless grin. His friend was waiting for him. He started narrating the day's happenings and all through the narration he was beaming with happiness. The friend was listening intently and he wished he'd have such an experience soon. The old man finished his narration and soon a tinge of sadness filled his face. A sudden thought cast a dark shadow on his mind. It will be one more week, seven days before his son would visit him. Till then he'd spend the time listening to others in the old age home narrate their days with their children.

What-to-name-it -1

She couldn't meet his eyes. It was a cold day. Still, he made her sweat. She felt his breath on her neck. It made her more uncomfortable. She felt like she had no control. Her hands were busy. She couldn't move. The push and pull that existed between him and her defied gravity, inertia and what not. He could see the solitary bead of sweat moving down her forehead, run through the cheeks and disappear. She tried to push her hair off her face, she indeed looked beautiful. It went on for a while, the push and pull looked wild, beast like. And finally she gave a sigh of relief. It was over. The conductor blew the whistle and she finally got down from the bus.