Undying Love {#Writing101- Day 5}

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Writing 101 Prompt- Day 5:

You stumble upon a random letter on the path. You read it. It affects you deeply, and you wish it could be returned to the person to which it’s addressed. Write a story about this encounter.

Today’s twist: Approach this post in as few words as possible.

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My dear Naina,

This is the last letter I will be writing. I know you probably haven’t opened the 14 others that I sent over the last 4 months. I know that you may never look at me again. It is impossible for me to expect forgiveness. All I ask is that, should you chance upon this note, just know that I always loved you.

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There never was another woman.

You ought to know why I said it, I suppose. I couldn’t bear the thought of you watching me sink away. Remember me as I was- strong, thriving and holding you in my arms. Let the cancer take only me away and not the memory of us together.

Loving you till I die,

Rishabh

I read the letter again, with anguish and  helpless rage. How I wished I could find Naina and give her this epistle. My tears hit the ground beneath me and merged with the raindrops that fell from above. Even the skies were sobbing at my predicament.

 

©Shailaja V

Word count: 169

There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.

– Maya Angelou

It was Autumn and the turn of the century. Life had just begun for her, or at least, a new chapter of it stretched out before her eyes. Newly wed, she gazed at the stars with hope and watched her dreams unfold in a million different ways. The sense of energy gave her the confidence that she could do it all. Knowing her, she wasn’t about to draw back from a challenge.

So, she did what she did best. She plunged into  the whirlpool with vim and determination. A new job beckoned and she followed willingly. He offered to buy her a car to commute to work, but she waved it away, saying she would walk the 2 miles from home. At work, she was welcomed with so much warmth that she felt right at home. With relaxed and practised ease, she fell into the routine as if she had been there all her life.

Back home, household chores beckoned. He said it would make sense for them to hire a maid. She scoffed at the idea and picked up a load of laundry with one hand while wielding a dust cloth with the other. He said nothing more but chipped in wherever he could.

Winter rolled around and with it came a growing sense of exhaustion. Deadlines loomed bigger than ever at work and the circles under her eyes grew larger. The house started falling into disarray while she battled the balance between her needs and her wants. Food became

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secondary as did sleep.

She didn’t know it yet, but she was losing something which was priceless, unique and irreplaceable.

She was losing herself.

{To be continued…}

©Shailaja V

Read Part 2 here and the concluding part here.

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This is written in response to the Writing 101 prompt for Day 4:

Write about a loss: something (or someone) that was part of your life, and isn’t any more.

Today’s twist: Make today’s post the first in a three-post series.

 

 This is also written in response to the Write Tribe Wednesday Prompt:

Choose your favorite Maya Angelou quote on writing. Use it as your prompt to write a post.

 

A room with a view-Writing 101-Day 2

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That musty smell hits me as I walk down the long aisles of books that line the walls on either side. These books call to me, as a long-lost lover cries out to his beloved, beseeching, yearning, pleading that they meet again. My feet linger next to a pile of hardback books dropped carelessly on the floor. They have a certain pull, a draw that I cannot resist.

Not minding the dust on the worn-out floor, I squat squarely in the midst of my friends, my parchment companions. Picking up the topmost of the pile, I leaf through the first few pages. A soft smile appears on the end of my lips. It slowly widens into a grin as the plot progresses. Soon, before I know it, my head is thrown back and I am laughing out loud, in guffaws, not befitting a lady, I might add.

The loud ‘Shush’ of the librarian cuts through my hilarity, like a hard saw through frozen ice. I still my emotions and pick up another friend. The red binding on the outer cover is , in no way, indicative of the depth of content inside. Don’t judge a book by its cover? Maybe that makes sense.

In total contentment, I lean on the shelf behind me, soaking in the odour of books, the pungent dust and the proximity of my non-judgmental friends.

‘Can I have another cookie?’

My eyes pop open. The library is gone. I am on the porch, sitting in my armchair with my laundry load before me. An innocent face looks up, not realising that he has wrenched me back from my most favourite place on earth.

Sighing, I hand over the cookie and lean back, closing my eyes.

But, the moment is lost.

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This post has been written in response to today’s Writing 101 Prompt

Day Two’s prompt is:  If you could zoom through space in the speed of light, what place would you go to right now?