Present To Past
I entered my school bus. Ohh no! The right side is all occupied. I begged everybody to lemme sit there but no one agreed. Today I won’t be able to get a glimpse of him. If only he was in my school or in my bus. My lord, why do I get to see him only on his bus stop so far from my house. It’s here, his bus stop. Oh, fuck. I rushed over to the other side to get a glimpse but slipped and down I was falling in slow motion……..
“Goodmorning, sweetheart. Wake up, honey.” He kissed me goodmorning and then said, with me in his warm embrace, “Feel it, baby, another day beginning with us together and let God never take this satisfaction away. Why, honey, do you feel lost?”
“Nay, nothing. Just a dream from past.” And I stared into his eyes. Deep. I went all the way back…
-By Freya Kulshreshtha
Tags: flash-fiction, nostalgia, writing, school
olive says:
nice, I like it.
October 9th, 2005 at 06:19 am
olive says:
she’s your friend?
October 12th, 2005 at 11:23 am
vrinda aghi says:
kunal i finally saw ur blog….cute…wat else can i say ….i didnt go thru much…but yeah particularly dis is the post i went thru…
November 9th, 2005 at 07:37 pm
Neha says:
for a kid, she’s spectacular!
March 17th, 2006 at 11:12 pm