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The Other Life
Category Archives: Memories
In The Stars
It was in the stars, you and I – a story told before we existed; before they dissipated to dust. The time was right and you were right and the stars were aligned in exactly the way I was told … Continue reading
Posted in Flashback, Memories, Storytime
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Midsummer’s Night
It was a dream that lasted a lifetime; a story that cannot be unveiled. The first touch on midsummer’s night; The first kiss by the stage light. It was sweet wine and bitter draught, Good mornings and good nights. You … Continue reading
Posted in Borrowed Time, Dream, Fairytale, Goodbye, Memories, Storytime, Summer
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First Love
In the distant past where memories lay to rest, an X marks a barren plot burying the lost love of our youth. We visit it with the regrets of the past and grievances of the present, perhaps looking for signs … Continue reading
The Search
She walked a thousand miles down the path of his past, retracing steps long lost to the cruelty of time. She scouts for memories; not for what he saw, but for what he thought and felt – memories that weren’t … Continue reading
Posted in Memories, Mystery, Storytime
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In simpler words
I could paint the skies with poetry And plaster the walls with alternate views But I awoke today and realised Of everything said and done It all boils down to this: I loved you You don’t love me I never … Continue reading
Pixelate My Love
She sat on the rock facing the sea, listening to the crashing waves, watching the red-orange glow fade to inky nothingness; the wind against her face, embracing her in the humid, salty warmth of the summer breeze. She remembers, not … Continue reading
Destruction
In the first life, we lived in a castle. I was the princess and you were my dragon, and we lived happily ever till a foreign prince decided that he needed a bride. Our castle was invaded, you were banished, … Continue reading
Knot
Before words, knots were used for remembering. Without words, knots keep things in rememberance. Running out of words to say, all that keeps us in memory are the knots in our hearts. The less we speak, the harder we pull. … Continue reading
Random Musings of a Less-Than-Spotless Mind 