The Longing Mother_An Untamed Pet_A Matter of Grace and Our Father_Masala
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The Longing Mother
Gradually…..slowly….her eyes shined. The wet sparkle of her eyes seemed glitter in the dim light. Her beauty was still shadowed by the influence of darkness but the steep edged jewels which draped her body, marked their presence with any ray of light which passed by. A sound evolved. The soft clayey mud felt to be compressed beneath silent steps. Someone was sure to approach. Her corners of the eyes noticed two hands touch the heavily crafted wooden railing erected at her front. “Is it time?” a fragile yet completely dry voice slipped from the woman. A throat is cleared and in the eeriness of ...
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Sameer was a 16 years old boy and was entomophobic. It was july and his summer vacations. All day he plays with his friend 'Akshay'. Akshay was Samir's classmate and bestfriend. After having his breakfast, Sameer went out as usual to play with Akshay in the ground. They planned their meeting on yesternights. Sameer saw his chum Akshay already arrived at the ground wearing knee pads. "I'm sorry for arriving late." "You are late as usual Sameer. Now don't waste time, go and wear your pads and grab your bat.", Replied Akshay After their cricket practice they left for their houses. They lived i...
A Matter of Grace and Our Father
“Grace,” said mom. She sounded very distant, even though she was six feet across the table from me. Behind her wooden dining chair, an eight-foot artificial Christmas tree titled in the opposite direction, almost touching the plain white wall. The tree had fewer than usual ornaments, a red ribbon that stopped halfway down the middle, and not a single light bulb attached. She exhaled deeply, her head resting against the back of the chair, her eyes closed. She wore a somber expression, typical of when she had a severe headache. I closed my eyes and proceeded to say what I had always recited, eve...
Masala
The high pitched whistle from the tea kettle was like the saving grace bell from the heavens. I immediately got up to finish making the tea that this woman had asked for. Honestly, I would rather be slaving at work right now than awkwardly sit in the kitchen with her. I look through the steam blasting through the kettle to make out the feint neon green numbers on the front of the stove . 10:52、 Dear God. I’ve been here for nearly an 8 hour shift all because I wanted to keep Uncle Seth company after his younger brothers funeral. Now he’s gone and I’m left here alone with her and her kids throu...