You & I

Two hands reach for each other against the sky

What  happened…

 

“Hello? Just saw your message. What happened ? Are you okay?”

“Hi, mmm..no nothing.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“What do you mean nothing?”

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I am sorry…

: bloodrose

I am sorry

 

 

Subhendu Mohanty

31/12/2015

 

In the middle of the flight, Kiara woke up to go to the washroom. When she returned, she was too lazy to push her way into the middle seat. And with Rishaan readily offering to shift seats, the seating arrangement changed. With twenty minutes still remaining for the flight to land, a sleep starved Kiara took another power nap, this time holding Rishaan’s right hand more firmly. Rishaan’s other hand, though, nervously moved to touch Diya’s. Her heart skipped a beat. Diya pulled her hand away. But a defiant Rishaan held her wrist again, this time firmly and more reassuringly. The changing behavioural dynamics between the three perhaps gave out a foreboding of what was to come in Goa.

When the flight landed at the Dabolim Airport, Rishaan felt uncanny…his excitement seemed replaced by an unknown fear that he found very difficult to decipher.

Does she already know? Rishaan’s mind was racing. She couldn’t possibly have, he tried to calm himself down and nudged Kiara gently on her left arm.
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Encounter with an Angel

Subhendu Mohanty

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I looked away. It didn’t assuage the pain. My feet still felt as sore and my hands numb as ever.

The boat swayed, up and down. I lay there, defunct, lifeless. Hoping I would be found. Praying I would be saved.

The pain from my bruised knees as if took the form of a giant centipede, crawling and creeping its way through to my thigh and torso with its hundred beady legs. Even if I didn’t want to, I shrieked in pain.

Not so far away up above me the yellow moon as if swung gently, the blue sea flashed for a moment.

There was something else clinging to the boat.

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A lost love

He wiped the last tear off those bleary eyes.

A light drizzle had started to fall on the sea of grass around him; he could feel the moisture on his bare feet. Soon it would be time. He rested on the wooden bench and in that moment of a sad exasperation, looked up at the skies.

Why life has to be so unfair? Why love has to be so cruel?

The damp air was filled with the smell of the freshly mown grass and a sweet scent of lavender. The purple patch marked the pavement which led from the fountain, a favourite spot for little children , to the far end of the park which overlooked the beautiful river. Read More

A Second Chance

A Second Chance

Subhendu Mohanty

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23rd Feb 2012,  20:30 hrs.

Rooftop of Palm Exotica, Goa, overlooking the potent tides of the Arabian Sea and the vast sandy beach lined with an array of majestic Palm trees.

A full moon showering its silver gleam on the roaring crests and accentuating the troughs..A moon lit rendezvous with the one her heart beat for.

The solitary glasstop with two ornate chairs and a vase in the centre with a dash of purple orchids. A bottle of champagne cooled in its bucket waiting to be uncorked and poured into the crystal flutes. Just the way he loves it.

A king-size mattress with a velvety white satin sheet lay at the far end of the terrace close to the edge. A place to stare into the stars as the tides whisper in your ears .. “come lose yourself in my arms..”
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