The Typewriter 

Y O U.

Every morning, she found the same three letters etched onto the piece of paper on her dusty old type writer. 

The presence was too big to ignore. She felt it. In the air. Something calling out to her…

Another writer with a busy life. She was torn in between making a living and wanting to live. 

© Abirami 

The One

“What if she says no?” he thought, as he stood on one knee in front of the girl of his dreams.

It was going to be a simple answer.

Yes or no.

But, he seriously doubted his ability to process any piece of information as of then. At intense moments, the thin line between flying and falling gets blurry. The fear of the latter always trumps the prospects of hope for the former.

She always spoke about love being the only thing that transcended space and time. He laid down his faith on that very love and hoped it was enough. They’ve been in love for as long as he remembered. What are these silly doubts then? He always trusted her. Why not now? Even though none of it made any sense, he still couldn’t shake the fear. He wondered how silly he must look. A grown man trembling with fear. Perhaps she’ll take me for a coward. After what felt like ages she finally looked like she was about to say something..  that was when the trembling got worse.

It took him long enough to realize he wasn’t really trembling. He was being woken up.

“Up sleepy head! You promised me some brunch, remember?”

Seven years of marriage and he still couldn’t believe she’d said yes.

© Abirami

Day and Night

A raging ball of fire slowly slips into the shadows. The darkness embraces the light, and gives birth to the night. The gold turns to silver, all the noises now merely a quiver. 

I hear nothing. 

I see no-one. 

I am relieved. 

Little by little the dark fades into lighter shades, the moon leaves to light the sun ablaze. The world comes to life and with it, it’s strife. 

I hear lies.

I see liars.

I am betrayed. 

© Abirami. 

Him.

Words are all I had and he took them from me. It drove me insane, not knowing what to say; to just stare in awe and adoration. All of a sudden there was something I loved more than myself.

Him.

His smile.

His eyes.

His warmth.

Him.

I remember it all. How he looked into my eyes, like we were the only people in the world; the sound of his voice…his laugh. It’s the kinda laugh that reminds you of the good things in life. He didn’t just give my heart wings, he made me want to fly. Flying is not so scary when I know I’ve got him to catch me when I fall. 

© Abirami

Magician’s Code

Lights on. Centre stage. Crowd cheers. It was his golden age. 

They believed in his magic. 

Curtains close.  Only he knows. 

And the politician stepped off the dias victorious yet again. “The freebies get ’em every time.”, he thought. 

© Abirami