Staring at a Stranger_Alone Under the Moon_The Company of Sea and Stars_Love Without End
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Staring at a Stranger
Kavya was staring at him again. The familiar aroma of tea and samosas, coupled with the stench of urine made up the entirety of her nasal journey. But she wasn’t concerned. After all, her visual journey was of much more interest to her. He sat in front of her as he had always done, his head leaning back and black hair covering his forehead, mouth slightly open, hands on his knees, buds in his ears and eyes closed, right hand holding a small camera.She always wanted to know what colour his eyes were.When he stirred slightly, her eyes frantically focused on a random point outside, her cheeks hea...
Alone Under the Moon
Alone Under the MoonLorna knew that her husband’s career meant he would have to spend time away from her and the children. In fact, she had met him in NASA and she knew what marrying an astronaut would involve in terms of long absences from earth. But she was sure they could cope with these separations. One of the astronaut’s wives called Alison said, “You will get used to these separations. Just make sure you have your hobbies and interests and don’t let yourself get into a rut”. And Lorna did have a few hobbies and she was close to Alison and a few of the other astronauts’ wives. Time passe...
The Company of Sea and Stars
The first thing I knew in this world was warm. Comfortable temperatures wrapping themselves around me, suspended and at peace. The second was wet, of depths swirling around me, currents flush against my skin, cocooning me in a way that didn’t feel claustrophobic in the slightest. I was carried, there, cradled against the sea in a way that made me feel like the earth was holding me tightly, surrounding me through her watery depths. The third was tightness, a gradually increasing tightness in my chest that forced my eyes open, unbearable as it was. A tightness that begged for a release, asked m...
Love Without End
I thought about her every day, but she never showed up. All I had was this old photo of us that's partly squeezed. Each time I go through this phase, I think of so many things at once. I suddenly become forgetful of everything else and can’t seem to finish a simple sentence. Is this what it means to have a broken heart? Back then, we enjoyed being soaked up in the rains under this old, rusty Glo stand. It could barely keep out the rains, but we kept each other company there, and weathered through together. There were occasional squabbles and times we made up for those fight days. Fast-forwar...