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sailboats

As I see the two men on the sailboat, I slowly see their black silhouettes fading under the evening sun. Their body language seemed of two people who didn’t care about each other but had to be somewhere out of urgency.

» Posted By Alekhya On 08.31.2018 @ 11:25 am

companion

All you need is a companion who cares, who loves, who fights, who laughs and laughs with you so much that even when you are about to die, you have tears in your eyes after all the laughing.

» Posted By Alekhya On 08.25.2018 @ 11:54 pm

marked

This day marked the first year of his death. The very realization made her shudder and brought back all the old memories. She started to live that day again, the day he died.

» Posted By Alekhya On 07.25.2018 @ 6:06 am

sleepless

As I stare at the ceiling with all the memories, I felt so much peace and love. When my eyes hurt a little at that moment, I shut them for a second to realize I have been sleepless for three days.

» Posted By Alekhya On 07.14.2018 @ 9:25 am

typewriter

I like the sound the keys make when you type on a typewriter. I think they were good times, typing on a typewriter, not knowing what a computer was. Simpler times, no social media, no random judgement made. I am sure there was more mental peace and better food to eat.

» Posted By Alekhya On 07.12.2018 @ 4:18 am

wasteland

wastelands are dry, but sometimes they’re not. there was once a wasteland that got flooded. flooded with the tears of someone. whose these tears were was not known. an explorer came, picked up some of the tears, stored it in a bag and tested for dna. except tears cannot be tested for dna, or so his teacher said.

» Posted By Alekhya On 05.14.2011 @ 4:37 am

sheets

I tried spreading the sheets on my new bed. Every time I flipped the sheet in the air and spread it, some part of it still remained crumpled and that part of the bed remained uncovered. I tried it thrice. Then four times. No change. It kept me wondering, if the bed was bigger or the sheet didn’t want to cover it.

» Posted By alekhya On 12.15.2010 @ 7:47 am

meaning

meaning means defining some word which is not understandable.
it is something which someone tells someone to tell

» Posted By alekhya On 05.15.2010 @ 8:09 pm

regardless

Regardless of what I do, or who I am, I will live my life. I will fall, get up, maybe fall again. But I will survive. I will live on, till I fade.

» Posted By alekhya On 05.04.2010 @ 11:01 am

holy

He looked at the kid, who was trying to make a necklace out of lotus stems. The kid was a villager. Which meant whoever came from the city was a celebrity for him. He was too. The kid made the necklace and gave it to him. “It’s nice! Thank you. I’ll wear it.” “I know” said the kid. And smiled. A smile filled with innocence. Something he would call ‘holy’.

» Posted By alekhya On 04.08.2010 @ 12:21 pm

He looked at the kid, who was trying to make a necklace out of lotus stems. The kid was a villager. Which meant whoever came from the city was a celebrity for him. He was too. The kid made the necklace and gave it to him. “It’s nice! Thank you. I’ll wear it.” “I know” said the kid. And smiled. A smile filled with innocence. Something he would call ‘holy’.

» Posted By alekhya On 04.08.2010 @ 12:21 pm

crow

I looked at that black thing on the tree. It looked back at me with it’s black eyes. I wondered if anything could be that black. It screeched. It was annoying. It screeched again. I wanted to shoot it dead. Then it flew above, and pooped on my head. I hate crows.

» Posted By alekhya On 04.07.2010 @ 6:21 am

transparent

The glass was transparent. It had a mysterious green liquid inside. It looked beautiful. I clicked a picture, and poof!, the transparency didn’t seem amazing anymore.

» Posted By alekhya On 11.30.2009 @ 2:00 am

slipper

I once dreamt that I was hitting a very famous sports person with my big slipper. I love the slipper I was hitting him with. They are too big and huge for my feet, and give this sense of comfort, and they make me feel that my feet are more safer, and well protected.

» Posted By alekhya On 11.28.2009 @ 10:07 am

pumpkin

I like the traditional curry that my mother makes, out of it. But otherwise, I love the holes and figures people carve on its surface to make it look scary. For me, that actually looks funny. Pumpkins are huge, round, fat, and hilarious. But I puke at the thought of pumpkin juice!

» Posted By alekhya On 11.26.2009 @ 11:28 pm

cards

The only card game that could ever manage to hook me to it, was UNO cards. I never understood the other sophisticated card games, or maybe I never wanted to. I like tarot cards. They look interesting, with weird figures on it.

» Posted By alekhya On 11.15.2009 @ 11:42 pm

acting

I always loved acting. It is amazing, creative and full of fun. As a kid, I loved the actors in movies and always tried to imitate their style. I would try and dance like the leading actresses, and also pose like them. Sometimes I wonder how it would be if i were an actor.

» Posted By alekhya On 11.13.2009 @ 11:54 pm

virtual

I don’t know. My mind is always in a virtual state of paranoia. And ironically I have virtual vacations now, that are driving me crazy, because I have exams from next week.

» Posted By alekhya On 11.12.2009 @ 9:47 pm

headband

I loved head bands as a kid. But i hated the one with flowers on it, or the ones which were pink. My mom would pester me to buy those, and I never would. I hate them now, but I have to wear them during my dance class! thanks to my razer cum feather cut!

» Posted By alekhya On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am

banjo

I have never heard it play. It looks sexy, and has a funny name. Draw a pair of eyes and a huge smile on its head, it will look like the ‘instrumental’ version of Olive in Popeye.

» Posted By alekhya On 11.26.2009 @ 8:41 am

needle

As a kid, needles fascinated me. I loved the way my mother squinted to pull through a thread out of that little apperture at the needle head. I loved the marvelously thin object’s uniformity, and shine.

» Posted By alekhya On 11.25.2009 @ 1:56 am

spotlight

Thousands of tired beings waiting for me. Thousand pair of eyes waiting to catch a glimpse of me. Thousand set of vocal cords set to hoot and whistle for me, Thousand pair of hands waiting to applaud for me. Another thousand wanting to be where I am. The spotlight. A pair of eyes open from sleep, wanting to be where she just was.

» Posted By alekhya On 11.24.2009 @ 4:21 am

stripes

Vertical stripes make you look tall and thin, horizontal ones make you look fat and short. Stripes are so powerful, that when made of iron, they form the bars of a jail.

» Posted By alekhya On 11.23.2009 @ 9:47 am

handle

A door handle? A bucket handle? A huge gate handle? Or is it a problem handle? Be it anything, a handle is something that supports and balances the most heaviest part of any living or non-living thing’s existence. When you handle a problem, or handle a difficult situation, gracefully, you just play the same important role.

» Posted By alekhya On 11.20.2009 @ 3:39 am

eternal

I wish happiness was eternal, excitement was eternal, innocence was eternal, beauty was eternal, laughter was eternal, sleep was eternal, curiosity was eternal, love was eternal, and so was childishness. But alas, life would just be so boring then.

» Posted By alekhya On 11.19.2009 @ 9:00 am

weird

Why are certain people called as ‘weirdos’ or concluded as weird people? Is it because of their different attitudes, their tastes, or is it just the fact that they do not think like others normally do? Weirdness is and awesomely different trait. When people know you are weird, you have all the advantages.

» Posted By alekhya On 11.17.2009 @ 11:59 pm

hooked

I am hooked to my brain, I am hooked to my distant thoughts, I am hooked to my books, I am hooked to my dreams, I am hooked to my constant observation, I am hooked to myself, but still feel hooked to emptiness.

» Posted By alekhya On 01.20.2010 @ 9:37 am

runaway

She had never felt so cold before. Her fingers felt numb, and her legs like rubber. She was oblivious to her own body sensations. The intensity of the cold was so high, that all she could sense, recognise or feel was her vision. She saw the road ahead. And then ran. Letting the extreme cold hit her on her face. Poke her, let it stab her. She decided to runaway from the cold intensities to feel something else.

» Posted By alekhya On 03.24.2010 @ 11:05 pm

runway

There is nothing probably as exciting as being a pilot and racing your plane on a runway. It’s a stage where your entire life might just flash in front of your eyes. You are the plane, the road is your routine life, and then you take off, with a great leap.

» Posted By alekhya On 03.26.2010 @ 8:22 am

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