Back from the rehab institute, she glanced at it and smiled.
She sank on the couch, ignoring the temptation. A sudden urge took over her. She was drawn towards it.

She uncorked it and took a gulp. She thought she could take more, perhaps with a new organ.
She arranged for an urgent liver transplant.

“Where are you?”
“Almost reached the station”
“Only 15 minutes more” - Anxious voice.

10 minutes: luggage placed inside.

5 minutes: His eyes still searching her.

1 minute:

Expectation..!!
And there She comes.
But train has already vanished to some distant world.
She sat on the bench crying. She has missed it. The last moment!!

Amanda was lying on the postmortem table and her body ripped open. The corpse’s foul odour soaked in ethanol was shearing the intestines devastatingly through the nostrils. The doctors were flummoxed on the brutal cold blooded murder case. They couldn’t find the clue.
Joe said, “I found it”
“What??”
“Can’t tell now, 55 words reached.”

Once you land here, u can feel that everything smells of rain. I come here only to get drenched in this pure rain. A new me is born whenever…

Shhhh…Let the clouds of pain that are hovering in your eyes take the shape of rain today.

Let you say, a true me is born today.

As a struggling writer, he’d registered for the writing workshop months back.
However as luck would have it, during the intervening months, he not only managed to get published but also made it to the NY Times bestsellers list.

No more a mere spectator, he is now attending the same workshop as a guest speaker.

He was excited. She was nervous. Emptying the milk glass, he pounced on her.
In no time, he climaxed.

Minutes later, he dragged her by the hair, uttering profanities all the while.
The red of the vermilion in her hair parting wasn’t good enough. He’d wanted the sheets to go red.

The marriage was annulled.

There was a lot of money… and a lot more if it didn’t have to be split in half. I had the gun. Ram was busy packing up. I was confused… my conscience was pricking me. Finally I decided to toss a coin. Heads-he lives, tails- he dies. I tossed it… it came down…. Tails!

Arguments. Chaos. Anger. Madness. Gun-Shot. Blackout.
She lay there - lifeless. He stood there-smiling.
Siren. Police. Evidence. Case.
He knew it was a trap.
Summons. Court. Jury. Sentence.
There was just no escape.
Calm. Tranquility. Peace.
They were together again and this time to stay.

It was late in the night. Suzaane had lost her way into the dense forest looking for some water to replenish the battery. She saw 2 kids playing in the puddle of mud, carefree and dirt laden. “Water, where”, she shouted. They both pointed to a tree. As they came near the tree, kids vanished, she started drowning.

Completely drenched, she sat by the pond in the pouring rain with an umbrella held precariously.

“What are you doing in the rain?” I asked angrily. “Come inside!”

With innocent voice she replied, “I am protecting the frogs from the rain. They were crying for help”

Charmed beyond measure, I joined her. Mom’s admonition long forgotten.

“Why don’t we two, you know, give it a go?”

“What?”

“This relationship thingy!”

“Are you serious?”

Looking down at the floor, slowly, “ yeah….”

“I don’t think so”

“Why not? We like each other and we are together most of the times “

“I don’t want to be your lab monkey”, emphatic reply.

“Make me yours”

My fickle heart seems to remember sparkle of your laugh. Beneath the willow tree, we sat unencumbered. Your mirth spilled all over me like sunshine. Such brilliance. Even wind chimes can never imitate that laugh.

Can you blame me for making it my own?

You – A taxidermist’s fantasy!

Your face would never wrinkle in tears. Ever.

“I promise to return soon”
“You really have to go?”
“You know dear, it hurts me as much to leave you alone”
“I am not alone”
“Oh! Even i will keep your memories close”
“I meant our child” she said smiling.
“I am gonna be a father!” he realized and canceled his trip.