This blog is more about making photographs than taking photographs and about writing short fictional and microfiction stories. I hope you will enjoy the posts.
Showing posts with label wife. Show all posts
Showing posts with label wife. Show all posts
Thursday, February 25, 2016
Karma is a bitch.
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ear rings,
husband,
karma,
memories,
Microfiction,
nanotales,
react,
relationship,
short story,
very short story,
wife
Friday, August 14, 2015
Prejudice
Prejudice
He was humiliating himself on the stage, at first with his un-funny jokes and then with his poorly executed magic. Silence turned to boos and soon the crowd began to throw pennies. Most missed, but some struck him in the face painfully. He tried to continue. These people had paid big to attend this benefit.
Nearby his wife and her friend watched the disaster. "God, you must be completely humiliated," the friend said. His wife looked at her with astonishment. "Humiliated?" she asked, "He's raising money for kids with cancer. I've never been more proud of anyone in my life."
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cancer,
cancer story,
humiliation,
life,
life story,
magic,
prejudice,
proud,
raise,
stage,
wife
Saturday, May 30, 2015
Dream vs reality
He was still in bed dreaming about his college days, his first love and knew it that it was the time, time for two alarms to off together. At exactly 6:30 am, his wife came in the room, switching the alarm off even before it went on and started shouting at him. As usual she was angry, about something which he didn’t know. He tried once or twice to understand the reason but failed and even after so many years of their marriage he loved to wake up with the voice of his wife. He always woke up late as he worked in the late shift and she was always late because he did not let her sleep early. She was still yelling at him and he was still dreaming about his first love, how had he fallen for the crazy girl. He was thinking about her smile, their first kiss, his first beach trip with her, a treasure of beautiful memories he had.
Finally he got up, when she stopped yelling. She asked him to pack her breakfast and to drop her to the office. He got out of the bed, Smiling. He had packed her breakfast and was waiting by the car. He opened the door for her, she always loved it. After 15 minutes they had reached; she kissed him and left the car. He saw her going inside the office. It felt like a dream that he had married his first love.
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