Dhruv and Shweta gazed at the drawings on the cave wall- a stone man and what appeared like a square box or was it something else?
Dhruv couldn’t remember.
“Ah this one is the tennis court just outside our house where we will play a game every evening and I will beat you.”
“Shwe you haven’t changed one bit.We were 10 that time, weren’t we,when we drew these? Time flies.”
Its amazing to recall childhood memories. Do you remember we were insistent that we will grow up , get married and live happily ever after? How gullible we were, life seemed so simple.
“I am glad we found our paths, I found Shreya and you found Deepak.”
They chatted for sometime,hugged and parted ways.
Dhruv looked back but she did not turn.Our story could have been different,Shwe he sighed. I would love to come home to you every evening and wont mind losing.
Shweta wiped a tear from her eye,”I wish you had asked me once, life would be different today”
(170 words)
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Tat was absolutely beautiful Akshata. Its all about taking the pain for not hurting the other but ultimately end up hurting them.
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True Ravi unsaid words cause more pain than those uttered sometimes
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How sad that they regret that their lives took different turns – away from each other. Touching story, Akshata!
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Thx Joy it’s sad indeed
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Some lines run parallel and never cross, just like their lives. What a touching story, Akshata! How do you manage to spin out such tasteful, sensible, heart warming stories, I wonder! Kudos to you.
-Anagha
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Oh come on you are doing a super awesome job yourself I am in awe
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We all have regrets and what if’s like this. Nicely told.
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True! Unsaid words and if buts ..
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That’s quite good information, took some time to read story but worth reading
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Life is a sum-total of the choices we make, isn’t it? That was quite a poignant tale!
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True Esha thx for reading
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So much unsaid. Flash is all about the spaces between events and conversations.
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Can’t agree more
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Unsaid words lead to unfulfilled lives. This is one case where silence wasn’t golden.
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True wasn’t golden at all
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This is a beautiful story Akshata! Loving all your flash fiction stories!!!
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I love yours as well Meha! You are a pro now 😊
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