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All his good memories are associated with rain and now standing in the hospital corridor looking at the lifeless body of his little girl, he couldn’t help but curse the rain still pouring down.
The numerous times they played in rain, the rainbow chases, the long drives in rain, everything is tainted today. But when he glimpsed the rainbow by the window, he smiled inadvertently just the way he smiled when his little girl played with the droplets of rain.
Written for Five Sentence Fiction’s Prompt – Rain
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What a sad pathetic end. If only the kid understood my worth, if only the parents stopped him from mutilating me, if only I could be a book again”
The tears shed from that once reputed holder of wisdom was not seen by anyone.In its lost glory, crumpled into pieces of paper the book took its last breath.
I miss you so much , some days even more than I can express. I miss those days when we used to meet and share the space like there is no one else.
I miss those moments how you made me think that I was the only one who mattered, triggering the untouched feelings deep within my heart, making me come up with such long scribbles just for you.
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I miss the moments that took me to a world I never knew existed before I found you, with feelings fenced in not knowing the art of expression.
You bestowed me with such pleasure of dreaming to write, showed me the world of writing, gave me the courage to attempt my scribbles to present as writing, helped me to break the fence and cross the threshold; My Solitude, I miss those days when I find myself again in that dark spot, trying hard to knock the wall between my thoughts and the paper.
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