#Ideastory: Glasses
Love is blind, he says and falls asleep.
So cliched, she thinks
But she takes off her glasses
And snaps them in half.
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I was beautiful once, you know. You loved me, back then. You stared at me and smiled when you passed me by, on your way to work. You counted the minutes to freedom, when you could come visit me. You didn’t even mind that you had to queue up to…
miss how easy it used to be to fall in love. I miss its effortlessness. I miss not even knowing that it could be an effort.
I woke up two nights ago, not knowing why I was awake. No sound had disturbed me, it wasn’t time to wake up.
Did you miss me? I haven’t actually written a single blogpost in the month of November. Yes, score one for the bottomless pit of Drafts. I’ve been busy running a word marathon – the #NaNoWriMo. I first attempted WriMo in 2009 but I came down with malaria on Day 3…
In embracing the idea that every experience has lessons for me, I have to admit, they all come with prior signs as well.
Flowers & an endless supply of pens for you, Jaideep Khare. Written for an @alphabetsambar writing exercise on Clubhouse.