#SixWordStories: February 13th
Happy anniversary, lover.Happy anniversary, liar.
Mr.Everyday
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The Music Of An Ex
Your voice still terrifies me. If anger were energy, you’re a nuclear reactor. But I only saw the gravity, I only heard the pain, I only felt your fear. And inside your head, for you, I became everything I could see. No wonder you hate me. Now, every now and…
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Wake Up And Smell The Bruises
I know what I saw. I know the sense of danger I felt. I know that unmistakable instinct women develop about trouble. There was something off. I didn’t need to see the bruises.
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I Want Love, Not Marriage
After the debacle of last year, I’ve learnt a few things. In fact, as far as lessons go, that experience has been a gift that keeps on giving. My mistakes give me better and better clarity on what it is that I really want. And perhaps life is nothing more…
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Open Heart Surgery
The man I called ‘Mr.Everyday’ broke my heart and other things.
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A New June
The first week of June spells pre-monsoon showers in Mumbai.
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A World Of Pain
How am I? It’s pain like I cannot even begin to articulate. So much that I’m numb. A thick sheet of plastic over a boiling cauldron of black, festering poison. That’s me.
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Skinned
A cry of pain. The ten thousand fragments of my heart are the least of my worries when I’m a skinned being.
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Healing Heart
Unfollowed him today. It felt like the right time and way to do it. I let go of my hurt with great difficulty. Today was that day, though, and I’m not going to feel stupid about it. It may seem sad and pathetic that I feel the need to chronicle…
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Confessional
Because I’m in a rare confessional mood and it’s past midnight and I can’t think of anything great to say or I’ve said so much of it in my earlier posts today and I’m saving it up for the week. Or because I’ve just read Thought Catalog and a healthy…
