Tears trickled with her sweat, as Reva struggled to hold the Yoga posture. It’s meditative, it’s introspective, it isn’t fair. Even her workout wasn’t an escape. What should she do? Abort or keep? It was the last symbol of her soldier’s love…
…this is where war begins, she thought. At the root of intense love.
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This 55-word story is in response to a prompt on ‘Love and Other Wars’ from here.
मेरी बातों में खुद को न खोज, ऐ दीवाने, कहीं हर लफ्ज़ में खुद को पा के परेशान तू न हो जाए। मुस्कुराता देखना चाहते तो हो मुझे तुम हर दम, पर क्या हो, अगर हर मुस्कान की वजह तुम हो जाओ। मेरे पीछे से, हर कदम पर मेरे सलामती हो चाहते, बस पलट के […]
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“ They chatted and giggled together. Making up stories of people around them at the airport. Their hands brushed every once in a while. Shoulders touched as one helped the other pick up a bag. They smiled a knowing, excited, awkward smile. Her pretty eyes met his charming smile. Almost at the same time, both […]
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