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Her accent was not very evident. Just when she said ‘also’ . A slight tilt in the ‘a’. It indicated that she came from a tropical region, which her complexion defied. He felt that he now knew her better, a tiny little secret of her’s which only he knew, and which he would keep sealed in his heart.

Posted By suriti On 03.08.2013 @ 10:49 pm

She carried a broad frame along with her. It did not have an intricate design carved onto it but a few curves chiselled here and there. She trudged it along and laid it down with a thud. “Here you go”

Posted By suriti On 06.17.2012 @ 11:25 am

I like ants, very interesting. They carry on walking, as if they are hatching some evil plot in their minds bringing the downfall of humans.

Posted By suriti On 09.06.2011 @ 12:58 am

The hair, the shoes, the mustache, what could I say? Every single thing attracted me towards him. Ahhhh

Posted By suriti On 09.04.2011 @ 3:54 am

The fish we just caught would need just a bit of salt to eat. You got both of them in abundance from the sea. When I had been to the city last year I saw people using copious amounts of sauce and what not to flavor it; but it still tasted old.

Posted By suriti On 09.03.2011 @ 5:46 am

He counted the small cartons of cherries he used to transport to the valley every day. But no one came these days after the terrorist attacks turned even more ferocious.

Posted By suriti On 08.21.2011 @ 5:54 am

What did you miss again? “No, no, it was a small thing, with a ratchet, must be here’, he said while scratching his head. “Now we wait for an hour again, I tell you, we’ll be late for the ceremony.”

Posted By suriti On 08.19.2011 @ 11:14 am

The song was on eternal repeat.

Posted By suriti On 08.17.2011 @ 6:24 am

All the answers were on that plain looking sheet, in the corner of the room. And I sat here chewing my pencil. If only I could just grab a look at it. But how? Wait…..

Posted By suriti On 08.11.2011 @ 10:33 pm

The elastic band was already loose, also frayed at the edges. But thats all he had, no other pair of pantaloons did he own. It didn’t matter to him, he was oblivious to its texture, colour, gradience. He just needed something to cover his bare body.

Posted By suriti On 08.11.2011 @ 1:50 am

Step over. Step down. Step over. Step dow…….

Uff….. It was so hard, to come here every single day and exercise with the other smelly guys.

Posted By suriti On 07.31.2011 @ 9:42 am

Random people. Nothing acts as good as random things, for a muse. You want detail.

Posted By suriti On 07.30.2011 @ 10:53 am

I wore this band on my wrist, like forever. It wasn’t a silly affiliation to another ‘band’ or another ridiculous ‘Save Darfur’ statement which people lie to be passionate about. It infact is my lifeline, I wear it to saw that it is strength that survives cancer, and life.

Posted By suriti On 07.28.2011 @ 3:30 am

Even my skin was wet. I was shivering, my teeth were chattering, but you couldn’t hear it because of the thunder. My wet clothes weighed me down. Every step took immense strength. But I kept at it. It didn’t seem that I would make it, but I eventually did.

The gate was bland, not at all as I had expected. I opened it and went inside.

Posted By suriti On 07.27.2011 @ 9:29 am

Is it with oneword or in my mind, that suddenly all words are so ‘potterish’. Never mind.

Or Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief!! Oh my God! Whats happening to me!?

Posted By suriti On 07.26.2011 @ 10:45 am

I hate this word. I never want to be ‘ill’. Mentally and physically. Strength: filled in every pore of my body. Let me see how they manage to come near my vicinity.

Posted By suriti On 07.25.2011 @ 9:17 am

It quietly lay behind the class. The teacher was obliviously teaching us about calcium and its deficiency, while I tried my best to take notes. I turned my head and peeked at it a few times. It still lay there to my relief, but I felt as if it was just pretending to.

Posted By suriti On 07.24.2011 @ 7:05 am

Arthur Weasley was so amazed when the stile ate the ticket.

Posted By suriti On 07.23.2011 @ 9:32 am

Violet, she was sweet and demure, just the anti of her brother Violent. He couldn’t walk into a room without smashing a few shelves.

Posted By suriti On 07.21.2011 @ 6:16 am

He didn’t need a megaphone, Ludo Bagman, he didn’t. He used a ‘Silencio’ to charm his voice to a lower volume and another charm for increasing it. Being a wizard has its own benefits.

Posted By suriti On 07.20.2011 @ 11:02 am

It sat there on the shelf placidly, like an idle trophy, except that it was just a stone. I would accept that it was a very smooth one though. I have never revered it as much as my husband does. He thinks it is the thing which made me say yes to him. Thats ridiculous, but thats another story.

Posted By suriti On 07.19.2011 @ 11:00 am

All The people looked at only me, and it made me all the more nervous. I fumbled with the chopsticks, it wasn’t my best motor-skills day. The fact that I wore jeans while everyone else wore a phanek didn’t help. But the food was really tasty, the spicy sijnu made me disregard their looks and gobble it down.

Posted By suriti On 07.13.2011 @ 11:58 am

I had been expecting her to come. I waited for an hour, without any sign of her. Then there came a stiff man, with a letter in his hand, which was duly sealed with the Royal Seal.

Posted By suriti On 07.10.2011 @ 6:21 am

She hated the suburban life, the aluminium bucket and the brass tap; both with more cracks than body. She had to wash the clothes, hang them, do the utensils, feed the baby……

Posted By suriti On 07.08.2011 @ 12:05 pm

We cast the net in the sea, with tiny uniform squarish holes throughout. It fell into the water and submerged fast due to the tiny stones we had tied to it.

Posted By suriti On 07.07.2011 @ 3:02 am

Mediocrity stems from dissapointment. And vice versa. A place which is effulgent, full of brilliance.

Posted By suriti On 07.05.2011 @ 1:50 pm

Cranes. Pigs. All folded out of paper, sharp edges. Hanging by a thread on a piece of twig, put as a showpiece on the table, in the drawing room. Some lying as it is on the table. Plain colours. One a pale pink and the other a strong mustard. Origami.

Posted By suriti On 07.04.2011 @ 11:10 am

Everything’s open, the books. The assumptions and calculus scales are given to you. You may start now.

Posted By suriti On 07.02.2011 @ 11:40 pm

A shirt of plaid, And an English braid, She sipped on her coffee, As she opened the toffee.

All blue on blue, Stripes and checks, She went near the zoo, Full of cream flecks.

Posted By suriti On 07.01.2011 @ 1:27 pm

the apples were coloured the colour of lust, with jewel-like drops adorning it. she saw it through the corner of her eye and bit her lip. she looked sideways and took a step towards it.

Posted By suriti On 06.27.2011 @ 11:49 am