When I was little, rain meant freedom.Puddles were playgrounds, and each splash felt like magic.I’d race barefoot through wet streets, clothes clinging, laughter echoing louder than thunder. Now, the rain finds me at a window.The glass is fogged, the bench outside glistens, and I sit still, watching.The puddles wait, but I don’t move. Somewhere between … Continue reading From Puddles to Windows→| And Miles to go before I sleep…
This is Week #147 of the Saturday Six Word Story Prompt and Shweta’s prompt word is ‘Shock’ “Shattered dreams lay still, shock lingered“ Joining Shweta’s Six word story – 147| And Miles to go before I sleep…
She kept the clock running backward, just to see which regrets would return first. They didn’t line up in order.Some were small – a text she never replied to, an invitation she turned down without much thought.Others were heavier – the time she stayed silent when someone needed her voice, the day she chose the … Continue reading When regrets come back→| And Miles to go before I sleep…
Image Credit; Eveling Salazar @ Unsplash Image Credit; Hirz Maulana @ Unsplash The machine was never meant to feel.It was built for obedience and function – a silent servant in a noisy world.…| And Miles to go before I sleep...
He slammed the door and left mid-argument. Hours passed. The anger faded, but the silence stayed. She swept the broken glass, reheated the food, folded the clothes – everything he never noticed. When he finally returned and said nothing, just walked past her, she didn’t stop him.Because in that quiet, she finally saw it clearly. … Continue reading The Aftermath of the Fight→| And Miles to go before I sleep…
It stood out – not because it tried, but because it was ready.One red chilli, sun-kissed and waiting.Small, but impossible to ignore. During a visit to a relative’s home, this single red chil…| And Miles to go before I sleep...
There was a time when I thought healing meant erasing.Erasing the noise. The overthinking.The memories that played on repeat.The sharp thoughts that jabbed at me when I was quiet. So I fought them. I tried to smooth everything out –file down the jagged edges,hide the clutter, quiet the chaos. But the more I resisted, the … Continue reading Learning to Stand Inside My Mind→| And Miles to go before I sleep…
I was cycling through the city the other day, just enjoying the ride and looking around. The buildings, the street art, the poles – everything felt quiet, like the city was just letting me pass through. At a red light, I stopped. That’s when I noticed something funny – a Garfield toy stuck to the … Continue reading The Climber, the Clinger, and Me→| And Miles to go before I sleep…
The trees were on fire.Flames reached up like they wanted to touch the sky.The eagle stood still on the grass, watching the smoke rise.Up in a tree, the little chaffinch sat quietly, eyes wide.They didn’t fly. They didn’t sing.Just watched the forest they both loved slowly disappear.The air was hot, the world quiet.And for a … Continue reading When the Forest Burned→| And Miles to go before I sleep…
I’ve always found it easier to hold things in than to say them out loud. Especially the big things. The true things.Sometimes I say what’s expected – something polite, safe, small. But hours, days, even years later, I find myself thinking of the word I should have said: Exceptional. There was a time in my … Continue reading Exceptional Is What I Wish I Had Said→| And Miles to go before I sleep…
Image credit; Tom Barrett @ Unsplash A big sign caught my attention as I was traveling down a city street. Thousands of vibrant Post-it notes were used to create a vibrant mosaic on a billboard. Ev…| And Miles to go before I sleep...
