Close to Lost – A Memoir

The light’s a dim yellow. Just the way you liked. I leave it that way. Each night. For seven hundred and thirty one nights. Exactly two years. I stare at the ceiling, and then some at the walls. They stare back. Blank. They’re lost too. At times, they move. The window panes on the ceiling,…

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The other day, a dog by the street side kept staring at me.  First, I thought he was hungry. So I fed him. But even then he had that look about him; a quizzical, strange look. I couldn’t name it. Was he trying to say something? I had read somewhere that your departed communicate with…

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Dear papa, You’re gone a year today and you’ll want to know this. I don’t cry today. I don’t look back. I don’t ponder over the ifs and whys? I don’t think it matters. I don’t curse anyone. Nor do I regret life. But let me tell you this, I also feel I don’t have…

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Imagining life without someone, when have we ever given that a thought? I was the same. But with you gone, life has taken an unexpected turn. I am now looking at things, I never gave a thought. I am reminiscing over events, that once craved my attention. I am lusting for certain aches, that once…

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Rebury this Soul…

walking down familiar lanes never realised they had changed withered, eroded muddied, faded trees lining street-ends had grown dustier leaves rattled by storms had grown mustier walking down familiar lanes never realized how I had changed never stopped to care even when omens lay bare as the last grains of the hour glass called for…

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The Hate I Harbored

Time wasn’t on our side. Today, when it is too late, I convince myself thus. Maybe I wasn’t the right age to understand. Maybe you were too harsh that I suffered in vain. Maybe I comprehended you wrong. Maybe you misunderstood me much. I believed you knew what you were doing. Unleashing a world of…

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The Blind Date – A Short Story

“That’s enough! I quit,” and I stormed out of my manager’s office. I was done taking blames for things I’d never done, or rather for what others had done. “Don’t take shit, ever,” dad had always said. Once again, more than anything, it was father’s perpetual absence that nipped me at every point in life.…

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There are nights I wake up in a haze. My eyes travel to your rocking chair at the end of the room. Is it truly rocking or is it my mind playing tricks? It is difficult to say in the dark of the night. I stare hard and long as if staring longer would make…

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Dear papa, This heart’s broken into pieces, forever; there’s no denying that now. It bleeds barrels. I can’t seem to be able to put it together. No matter how hard I try, it crumbles like a castle, into a thousand tiny grains of sand at the slightest memory of you. There’s an ache that threatens…

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Forlorn but not Forgotten

Getting back after you’ve fallen down is easy. Getting back trying to live after life’s mercilessly clobbered you in the back, is a different deal altogether. One can’t begin to live just like they did. You realise you can’t so readily trust, not even life. Taking dad away from me was worse than betrayal. I…

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It’s been a while I’ve wanted to write and tell you things. Tell you why I’ve not been around of late. I couldn’t gather the courage. For I know, the pain that I feel, you’d feel too. But here I am. Finally. Making a lackadaisical attempt. Exactly, a year ago, this time, I had jotted…

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Confession

He: I am a sinner. Don’t know where to begin. Pastor: You’ve already begun, child. Just keep going. ~~~~~ Follow @badbookthief on Instagram for more micropoetry. Happy writing till we meet next. Until then, carpe diem! 🙂 ~~~~~ © Asha Seth Stay in touch. Subscribe Now: Youtube| Twitter| Instagram| Facebook| Tumblr

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What are Resolutions?

“What are resolutions?” This question would occupy good amount of my time and would involve a good part of my brain when I was a kid. I didn’t seem to understand the term and would end up ruminating about it. I remember the year I stepped into my first grade at school. It was the…

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