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The Journeys ' End
Bells, flashing lights, as the nurse with their polished white shoes scurry down the sterile hallways, curbing their steps outside my mom’s room. As they glimpse through the door offering a polite smile or a nod, then continuing down the hall, a sea of faces blending into one. An agonizing turn of events, I began to wring my hands in appreciation of the realization that I will be alone for the first time since my childhood. And the painstaking task that lies before me, weighing the pros and cons of what the next step should be. “Decisions,” I sighed, leaning back in the chair, basking in the...
The man and Winter
I had three friends, I guess after tomorrow I'll have one. A group text between Mark, Winter, and I started blowing up last night while I was driving home from work. I couldn't get to my phone to read what was happening, but the vibrating was starting to exacerbate me. In the five minutes it took me to get from the final stoplight to my parking spot there were twenty-five new messages from Mark and Winter. I stayed in my car while I opened up my phone and looked at the messages from Winter. Mark and I had been the only ones contributing to the group chat for the last few days so I was looking ...
An Off Day
An Off Day - Ravi Srivastava After thirty years of working in India’s corporate sector, I called it quits and set up a consultancy service in partnership with a former colleague. The new enterprise flourished almost immediately, due to the fact that we had a set of very competent juniors. And so, both of us attended the office on alternate days, giving us plenty of time for leisure as well. On one of my off days, I decided to visit Ramgarh, a town close to where we lived. Ramgarh was where our family had lived when I was in school and college. Most of my friends back then had drifted away to b...
Lost in Grief
Canceling April Fools’ Day sounded better by the minute to Laurianne. She stared out of her 6th floor apartment wiwww.onedoor.ccndow, tuning out the heavy traffic and the screech of train brakes on metal. She had just called in sick at all three of her jobs, but now, she regretted it as she tried to shake off the memories that plagued her each year on the first of April. She now found herself with an empty day ahead, on one of the toughest days of each year…As a college student at the Université de Bourgogne, in Dijon, France, she had met a young man from California who was spending two years teaching ab...