Undying Love

He finished the letter in which he professed his undying love for her. Then he threw it away – Today’s Author

With tears in his eyes, he wandered into the chilly February night.

Confused, his room-mate picked up the crumbled letter from wastepaper bin.

Over the next minute, countless thoughts ran amok in his head. He quickly copied the letter onto a fresh paper. Heaving a sigh, he threw the crumbled paper back into the bin, and strode away with the new letter.

And the next time the two room mates met, he was already engaged to her.

Love is sharing.


A seasonal story for tomorrow’s Valentines Day. What do you think?

Ride of a Lifetime

ride of a lifetime

Her eyes lit up as he came to a halt. All her life, she had been dreaming of this and within two days of his first visit, he had made it a reality.

“Hop on!” He smiled. With a fleeting thought of her parents, she got on the bicycle and held on to whatever little part of his shirt she could.

As he sped on, the heavens opened up and the chilly breeze kissed her face, brushing her soreness away.

For the first time, she felt bliss.

When he dropped her off at the hospital, she knew something had changed within. She was free. As she followed the nurse inside, the seven year old was hopeful.

Farewell, Beloved

Turning thirteen was proving to be a difficult transition for everyone in the family. — Today’s Author

Memories flooded as they all sat in the living room, waiting for the clock to strike. None of them felt the joy of a birthday. Silence thronged.

Rick lay there, too weak to move a limb. How could he possibly know that in a matter of minutes, he would turn thirteen?

How would he have reacted had he been able to move at all?

Kevin forcefully wiped a tear from his eye. Despite his continued efforts, they kept incessantly falling. He looked over at Rick — his buddy, his best friend for thirteen years. Goodbyes are never easy.

Kevin stirred as Rick opened his eyes a fraction. It was the signal; he rushed to his friend’s side. “I’m here buddy,” he said in a falsely cheery voice. Something Rick surely would notice.

Rick blinked slowly, the effort showing in his tiny beetle eyes. Kevin stared back at him, trying to smile reassuringly.

The clock struck, and with it came Rick’s thirteen birthday.

The doctor whispered to Kevin’s mother, “This is the first time I’ve seen a dog live so long. You should be proud.”

Rick was staring, blankly.

Two of a Kind

“Feeling the stares of everyone around her, she closed her eyes, took a bite, and imagined she was eating imported chocolate.” — Today’s Author

two of a kind

Knowing what the peanut bar was going to do to her only made it difficult. She felt her eyes well up in fear and in anger.

How dare they make her eat that stuff knowing well that she was allergic?

She chewed slowly, dreading the pain the peanut bar would cause. But there was no way out; her seniors were determined to get to her. They had been ragging juniors the whole day, and the management was purposefully oblivious.

She kept chewing, her tongue unwilling send in the poison. One of the seniors lost her patience.

“Eat up, midget! We haven’t got all day!” The others cheered and egged her.

With nothing else to do, Kate swallowed the lump of peanuts. She could feel it move slowly down her throat, as she took another bite.

Her body felt sore when she woke up in the hospital. Her worst fear had become reality — the peanuts had caused painful boils all over her skin.

She tried to remember.

She had eaten the whole peanut bar, and the seniors had left her, choking, under the tree.

Then how did she get here?

Just then, a skinny boy walked in. He looked pale, but she wasn’t sure whether it was his natural complexion or just looking at her made him uncomfortable.

When he spoke though, he showed no sign of disgust.

“My sister and her friends are always doing stuff like this. I’m really sorry you had to endure this.”

Kate stared at the boy, not knowing how to react. That bully was this boy’s sister?

For some reason, she could empathize with the boy as much as he did with her.

She tried to speak, but could only manage a weak smile. Seeing her smile, the boy’s face lit up.

“I’m William.”

And thus began a new chapter.

Know What You Want

“Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.” — Sylvia Plath.

All or Nothing?

We don’t always know what we want. For all we know, we could be terribly mistaken about our wants, and therefore we might end up making wrong choices. All because we’re unclear of what exactly we want.

When unsure, we tend to experiment. And by experiment, I mean, we try to get a bit of everything. Like taking a bite off every cake so as to pick the perfect one. We may end up tasting all cakes and never find the right one. The result: we’re too full to go any further. And so, we settle for something that’s probably less than the perfect cake.

And it’s just sad; that we have to settle for less than what we deserve. But to get what we deserve, we need to know for sure what it is that we deserve.

Now that’s not too easy. How are we supposed to know the value of ourselves? Do we set boundaries for ourselves? For our wants? For what we deserve? And even if we try to construct boundaries — how are we supposed to know the parameters for the boundaries? What do we base our boundaries on?

The only guide we have is whatever other people tell us. So that would mean, we need to believe — and agree — wholeheartedly that a third person’s feedback about what we deserve is right. That isn’t easy either.

It depends largely on the person whose feedback we ask for. Not only should it be someone whose judgements we value, higher than our own, but that person should also be unbiased and brutally honest.

And then there’s the question of how many people’s feedback we base our boundaries on. Because when we have multiple respondents, we have varying opinions. While a majority will appear, there’s also the matter of the collective minority.

Not unlike our election system. Of A, B and C, 40% would prefer A, whereas a minority of 30% each would prefer B and C. So, who’s the better judge? Those who prefer A — the obvious majority, or those who prefer something other than A — the minority that collectively is the majority?

It’s nearly impossible to figure this out logically.

We’ll have to go with the next best option: the gut. So, if we base our boundaries based on the party that our instinct prefers, then, in a way, we influence our own boundaries. We judge our own worth, and there’s a mild bias. We judge what’s perfect for us, based on our instinct.

So the next time we wonder what we want, we know in a way what we really want — because it’s what we’ve convinced ourselves that we deserve. Therefore, we know exactly what we want — or at least we think we do — and since we’re sure, we won’t find ourselves pondering over everything, and trying to figure out what’s perfect.

But shit just happens. After all, we’re only human.