Red.

She cleared the wooden table and carefully kept the washed glass vase besides the wall.
They were lying near the table, smiling up to her, all packed in brown paper.

She put them inside the vase with contrast to the flower, and whispered to herself.
"There isn't much color in life, but I know how to fill in some."


And yes, the red gerberas did glisten in glory, and filled color.

55 fiction : Untitled

The night I came back from Rina's wedding. Ayan was sleeping soundly..hence I lifted my pillow to find two green hair clips staring at me..I stood shocked as I recalled something my maid told me..

"I always take my hair clips out before sleeping, they give me a headache"

55 fiction : Remember the roses ?

Desperately trying to mend the glass of the golden frame containing our picture, I sit by the window looking out into the world. The world which seemed beautiful when your hand's touch comforted me at ugly times.

You always said that its insanity to hate all roses, if you got pierced by one thorn. But. . . when the thorn cuts you deep, and the roses disappear.. do you have a choice?

55 fiction : When someone fills the absence.

She sat her window,gazing at the clouds passing by, when a deep voice took her by surprise.
"You feel better?", he innocently asked.
"Time's healing things, but the absence still lingers.", she vaguely spoke.

"Someone's presence can complete the absence of everyone. For me its you!", he confessed.


She felt some love rekindled and gently hugged him..