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The Old School Love| Short Story 5
The Old School Love | Short Story 5
Adil: “Maybe you are the reality to my illusion. You define my existence by confessing those words which I can only express on paper.
Aashna: Really!! Is it maybe or for sure?
Adil: For sure. “Maybe” was just a hesitation, sort of doubting my own truth.
Aashna: You need to do that.
Adil: I know. I also hope that you know, my emotions for you are not temporary.
Aashna: I know. And that is what scares me the most.
Adil: Scares? It should be something for you to be proud of. You are the one who is being treated with this pious emotion.
Aashna: Exactly!! I am the one you bestowed with this love and that’s what the reason of my fear. Emotions change, feelings vanish, grown-ups move on, time heals a man who loves.
Adil: If you are so sure that time heals everything, then why it still scares you?
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Aashna: As I said, it heals a man who is in love, not a child. You are a lover of soul. You don’t act in love Adil, you react as your heart feels. Your love for me is no different than the laugh of a small child when you caress him taking in your arms. It is not necessary for the child to know you, but once he is comfortable in your arms, he trusts you as his own. He doesn’t doubt your intentions. That is your love. It is innocent, pious, true, pure and happy. It is unaffected of the worldly thoughts and explanations. And no one can even think of making that child cry. Neither can I.
Aashna: You define the old school of love, which has already been changed and adulterated by people.
Adil: So which love you believe in?
Aashna: I live in society, where the schools have changed their syllabus. I belong to the new school of love. Here I wish to be loved by an old school romantic but altogether we fear of not hurting. him, if in case things don’t work out. And so we practically end up with the one whose emotions are not eternal and the one who accepts the thought that things change and we should move on with them …
Adil: Maybe then I am left with two options. Either not having you or be ready to get hurt if things spoil in a longer run.
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I think, let me be happy by being with you, loving you and trying for you every day without any expectation of a response. And you feel happy thinking that a guy loves you the old school way. Let the water of river flow the way it is going on and let its direction be decided once it meets the ocean.
That night, 8000 miles apart, both faces smiled seeing their phone screen.
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The spoiler|Short Story 4
The spoiler| Short Story 4
The random visits of Ayda to Adil’s place were a regular thing now. That day he had resigned from his job and was supposed to leave the city in a couple of days. So it was “for the last time to have chocolate together” reason for her to meet him. It had been just a couple of months that he shifted to this new city and new office and in a short span of time, he decided to move out of it for a reason even unknown to him. Adil and Ayda became good friends in this short span of office time. She was not in love with Adil but somehow she got attached to him for his words. Adil too never had any such feeling but he didn’t mind being a comfort cushion to her as long as she was comfortable with it.
That day, as she entered his home she knew that it might be their last meeting. The building compound was rumbling with the festival choirs. Avoiding that sound, she started discussing her crush, ex-boyfriend and life in general again with him. Emotions reached its peak. The eyes spoke more than the lips. Adil saw it. A comforting hug happened became intimate in no time. That evening, what the background choirs also did was setting the solitude for the kiss that happened minutes later and continued.
What was it?
Why did that kiss happened and why the intimacy was there?
No one had an answer to it. It was the moment that lived its life fully. Neither anyone wanted to tag that emotion with any name and nor was it a time to stop and think where it was going. Nothing happened that night but still, she left his place only the next morning. Both agreed to keep this night only in their memories and agreed not to discuss it with anyone.
As Ayda made her exit, Adil realized how the friendship that entered his house to offer him a bar of chocolate, was leaving his place by spoiling itself with the kiss and the night that passed by.
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The Divorce|Short Story 3
The Divorce | Short Story 3
“I have never seen a more weird couple ever in my life…” thought Jacob Stoker. “And here they come again and now for the final time.”
Jacob, a judge preceding over divorces, never felt more useless when dealing with this particular couple. His task was very simple. This was a no-fault divorce. The grounds were lack of affection and distance. He was confounded because the couple never showed that there was no affection. Jacob had given judgement to several divorce cases but this was one he will always remember. The couple did not get any lawyer because there was no splitting of assets. There was no custody battle because they were not going to live separately. They will stay together till Samantha (14) and Jaden (17) leave for college and they get on their own.
James Laurent and Sophia Marsden have been married for 5 years. They had been dating since the last 20. According to the couple they had reached a precipice in their marriage. The biggest problem was that they had become such good friends that the romance had fizzled out. Jacob couldn’t believe it at first. He tried to probe and question and acted counsellor to the couple and found that James held Sophia in high regard. He was very respectful of her. It was as if she was some benevolent queen of someplace. Jacob noticed that James’ respect was not completely out of place. She was a highly learned woman with a very calm yet authoritative demeanour.
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Sophia, in turn, reciprocated the same. This was not a couple entering a divorce agreement; it was one that had come to start a new journey in their life. This divorce felt more like a marriage to Jacob. The couple’s explanation for such an event was this that it was not due to differences but acceptance of those differences that lead to their “holy separation.” They did start having arguments and quarrels but over time they came to a conscious realization that this was counter-productive. It was obvious that due to the distance that had built up later there was bound to be some resentment. They both were expecting things from each other that neither was able to provide and agreed that this was the classic example of how people change. They loved each other throughout their metamorphosis into what they are today. But this has stopped now.
The argument was that if they fight and end on a bad note now, it would be an insult to the memory of those twenty years. They had differences, “but who doesn’t?” said James. “I have accepted these changes in James but now I no longer want that in my life and he’s made me realized that I have changed too. Gosh, we are completely someone else now.”
“And then there are the kids. We also agree that they should never have to suffer for this.”
Jacob, as astonished as he was, quickly approved what was to be approved. “So what now?” he asked.
“Nothing, it is my turn to cook today,” said Sophia.
by Anant Pillai
The Divorce | Short Story 3
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The Walk | Short story
The Walk | Short story
The beginning
The lane was devoid of any noise. Sheer silence prevailed as if the beautiful words of a poetess had mesmerized the people, leaving them numb with awe. The darkness of the night began to spread its arms, engulfing the light of the sun. Braving the night stood a street lamp at a distance whose light beautified the night with its glow. With their hearts throbbing, they walked together. Each step drawing them closer to the lamp. Each step asking them questions, and urging them to open up. The fortuitous silence paved the way for things unspoken. It wanted them to look into each other’s eyes. It wanted those eyes to flow, to tell each other about their dreams, their desires.
Perhaps it wasn’t the day for talking. The chilly, wintry night was paying homage to their love. The gentle refraction of the light revealed their faces. In a traditional yellow dress, she looked like a princess. Her eyes glittering; of course, she was emotional. Those eyes could have been stars in the sky, but tonight they were here, right in front of him. Her curly hair looked like a deep dark forest. And there he was; with his off white shirt, half tucked in his faded jeans.
The flow..
As the light of the lamp brightened her face, he looked at her through his frameless glasses. As a momentary smile came to their faces, dark clouds mounted in the night sky, adding more chill to the already cold atmosphere. The stars disappeared behind the clouds, and so did the moon, desperately trying to lighten the sky. Her fair face jewelled in the light of the lamp, and clouds did nothing to the glitter in her eyes. Her smile made a beautiful dimple in her cheek, adding immense charm to her personality. As they stared each other, their eyes began to talk. Their hands drew closer to each other, and then she immersed her hands into his. The scene was picture perfect. It seemed as if a lovely story was about to unfold, with the night, the lamp and the sky being a silent audience.
They came closer, so close that they could feel the warmth of each other’s breath. Their lips caressed each other as they exchanged a soft kiss. Enclosing each other with their arms, they hugged. They stood there that way for minutes. She gripped him tightly, resting her head against his chest. He held her tighter, she belonged to him. They loosened their holds and spoke softly near each other’s ear.
“It’s over…”
The words that were supposed to distance them instead brought their hearts closer. They stood there in the same position, both knew that it was supposedly the end. It was the end of their togetherness, the end of the emotions they shared, end of the countless memories they were a part of. He was about to get married in the coming months, while she will have to search for a life which would define her, and give her an existence of her own without his support.
Conclusion..
What went wrong? Who was to be blamed? These were questions that mattered no more. Probably it was destined to end. They wanted to end it with a smile. But smiles weren’t ready to grace their faces at that moment. Holding back tears was the priority. With every passing minute, dark became darker. It was time they should leave. With heavy hearts, they moved apart in opposite directions. They tried to force a smile on their faces which became wet with tears. No more words could be spoken. The hands left each other slowly, well aware of the fact that they can’t be held together ever again. With a lot of courage, they turned their backs towards each other and left. Their story of a beautiful journey together ended. They were able to hold their tears back, but the sky couldn’t. It rained that night.
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Edited by: Akshay Toplay
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Childhood | English Poetry
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