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Permanent things in the transient world
Years rolled and time-lapsed. People say everything in this world is temporary and just a passing cloud, but in my life, there was one permanent, time-tested thing- our relationship and the footprints of the pain we survived to lead a peaceful life. I and my husband met when we were 14 years old and we were best friends for years but we both know very little that our relationship will turn from friendship to love, a true and deep one. This is our story. We realised our bond in the middle of an infamous riot-The India’s partition. Then we lived a poor life in a refuge camp, drowning ourself in ...
One More
The swift breeze of air came from the south, blowing the last bits of clouds. 5:45 PM. The last glow of a sunset sank leaving nothing but an array of golden amber across the wet parking lot. I took a deep breath and leaned back in my seat to think for a moment. Carol, I knew would already be inside waiting to talk with me. I should be happy she even called me, right?It's just that I always imagined we would bump into each other at the grocery store, at the park or somewhere memorable for both of us. Enough already just go inside to talk to her and hear her out. She misses you, hopefully that...
The Path From the Past to the Future
The room was large. Everything in it was large. Lavish furniture surrounded me, paintings hung on bright colored wallpaper, tall green plants reached toward the sun at windows, through which a rosy sunset light was cast over thwww.onedoor.cce room.It’d been so long since I had been in this room, in this house. Nothing had changed but the owners. Each settee stood in the same place. Some of the paintings had been replaced, family portraits interchanged with colorful landscapes and still lifes. Nothing had changed, and yet everything had changed. Memories of this house were surrounded with wistful hues, danc...
Chances Are
“You can’t do that.” “What?”“What do you think? You can’t reach into the drop slot an attempt to steal a book and think no one is going to object. Is there something wrong with you?”“I wasn’t attempting to steal a book. I went to slip a book into the slot. My watch band got caught on the door clasp and the watch fell into the book depository. I was just attempting to retrieve it.”“You ever hear of knocking?”That’s how it began. I wish I could tell you it had a conclusive ending, or at least an ending I could understand, but I cannot. I was embarrassed, and yet the watch meant a lot to me. I co...