When it was dark

Swollen heavy and motionless,
It lies on the bed.
Not a twitch or a turn.
Like a soft, numb and cold log afloat.

The surrounding flame is still weak
Hasn't reached it yet.
Teary-eyed, he held it one last time.
"It is more disgusting to touch now than when it was animate".

It was obligatory to touch, so he did.
Surprisingly, it pulled quite a crowd.
Rituals done, his job complete.

The surrounding well was dry.
The vultures waited for the crisp bones.
As darkness gripped the place, birds began to fly.

The flow of the calls, emails and messages seemed to never dry up as the well.
Sad voices and concerned words enquired how it all happened.

In the moonlight a glow arose and flew upwards.
This was it's thousandth time,
A point of no return.
It kept wondering as it left why did it ever make its way
Why was it a drop in this wave?

#flashfiction Friday my story 14/12/18.

Parisian streets donned cherry blossom hues. Wide eyed, she kept gazing at the beauty. "Excuse me, is this the way to the Eiffel? ", a familiar voice called out to her. Turning toward the wrinkled face, she hugged him as tightly as she could.

 "Aaji, please don’t do that.", Divya pulled her. She felt like she was being torn apart from her own self. "Sorry for this. My grandmother has dementia." “ I understand. Take care of her."

Of course, she was Naina. He knew how their hug throbbed. She always listened to her heart and hugging was her natural expression. With moist eyes, he embraced her memory the last time .

172 word Flash Fiction part 2 : Tender shoots of love

 Pratham handed Radha a latte while she was wrapped in her blanket on the bed. It was a cold morning and that's exactly what she needed. Even before a word tumbled out of her, he had given her what she loved.

 Pratham asked Radha , "Do you love Shayan?" She kept staring at him for a minute. "What made you feel that?!" , she asked, stunned.

"Your eyes sparkle while talking to him. Our hug throbs when you come home, after meeting him. You seem lost in gazals more than ever before. Your paintings have assumed a warmer glow. "

He held her and said," I know what your heart feels like up close. We don't have to continue out of obligation. However, I am not like sands of time. I would not slip out to never be back."

Tears rolled down her reddened face. With moist eyes, he had already packed his bags and was ready to leave.

Keeping a sandwich and his lake painting by her side, he waved her good bye.