Shortcuts_Nanhi si Aasha (Little Hope)_Levitate_Flowers are a Symbol of Connection
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Carla was driving in torrential rain, down an old muddy country road. The wind started blowing the car back and forth as she reached down and turned on the windshield wipers and lights. She checked to make sure she turned them on high, in the hope of seeing the road more clearly but it didn't seem to help. Carla was in a hurry for her interview in Grafton, which was in the next town over. Even though the interview was the next day she wanted to get settled in and rested. She was starting to regret her decision to take this shortcut.Carla had seen an ad in the newspaper, the same doctor's offic...
Nanhi si Aasha (Little Hope)
She slept so peacefully, in the arms of the new father. Ajay, had been blessed by a daughter. After the first cries from having had to leave the comfort of her mother's loving shade, she now rested into the embrace of her father. Assured that the light she was now learning to perceive, in her father's embrace was equally as safe as the darkness of the womb that had provided for her from her coming into existence. As if on that note, Ajay thought that he could see a tiny smile curl up on the baby’s face! “This is what pure happiness feels like”, thought Ajay.Light is , but blinding sometimes,www.onedoor.cc a...
Levitate
Shanaya caressed her bald scalp for the millionth time. She missed her hazelnut lustrous hair. Chemotherapy had taken away her beauty. Or so she thought.Shanaya’s world had come crashing down ten months back. She was sitting with Dr Singh when he had broken the news to her.She was diagnosed with Stage III stomach cancer. She still had a seventy percent chance of survival though.Such news is always earth-shattering. It was a bit more than that for Shanaya. She had no family history of cancer and her lifestyle had been fine too. She loved cooking and hardly turned to takeouts. She was an avid ru...
Flowers are a Symbol of Connection
I’ve never known quite how to explain my grief. The loss of someone close to you is never expected, never warranted, never quite believable. Especially when your family is so intertwined through the proximity of your lives and the experiences you share. So when you receive the phone call one night, as the knoll rings its heavy note, it’s hard to know how to react. That’s why I haven’t, really. I’ve just carried on as if nothing has happened. That’s why the funeral seemed so confusing, so harsh, so disconnected from what I have felt for the last two weeks. And that’s why the flowers stood out i...