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Remembering the SeasonsUnder a cozy couch, she snuggled down her body wrapped in a warm blanket. Feeling the chilly wind caressing her face entering the room from an open wooden window showing the breathtaking view of the snow covered garden. Simultaneously she pressed the play button on the remote control of the DVD player. A cup of hazelnut flavored coffee held tight between her soft hands; she was watching a romantic movie. The atmosphere outside the house and the drama inside the idiot box resembled in the same frequency as fire reminds you of passion. Relationships were cold and haste between the characters and the streets were freezing and deserted. But in this bitterness, she was enjoying the heat of the summers residing in the ambience around her personal vicinity and the spring touched her heart with the flower motive embroidered on her jacket resting upon her left breast carrying the love organ.
This was the first paragraph that Mr. Teva read in the book titled Falling Leaves. The book e
She smacked the door on her boyfriend's face and walked out of his apartment, subsequently from his life and from everyone's life including her own. She didn't even take a raincoat when she knew it gotta rain. Anger does that to you. It had to shower heavily according to the weather forecast and she trusted the sources, as if prediction is true to its core and every trust isn't a betrayal. But the forecasts don't matter anymore nor the people when you know that you will die today anyways. Suicide will be her last action and she wasn't happy about that but she saw no other choice, she was desperate.
She took a train, even though she didn't know the destination. She needed time to think. She already had made her mind about the suicide but she needed to think about the medium. Medium, that will be pain free. She had suffered so many pains in her short life that her tolerance had ended long before. Only one vacant seat left on the train, she sat there beside a man older than her. She sat a
BITTER-SWEET TURNING POINTIt was New Year's Eve. That night she got a call from her lover. A call not for greetings and wishes but for a clarification, a break up. You might think that it would have been a tough night for Maria, a single woman who lived alone is one-bedroom flat in New York. If you do, you are wrong. Maria knew it would happen. Actually it should have happened before. She slapped him for his unfaithfulness and the result was loud and clear - the human ego can't handle it, she knew that. They weren't together anymore. She sacrificed her first love of her life to raise the flag of truth. Raising it higher than the pride that dwells in the skyscrapers of the New York. The bad phase was over; a fresh new beginning was waiting for her. Now she was free, she could imagine flying. It was the time for celebration. She wanted herself to be treated. Cooking held therapeutic value for here and she wanted to treat the foodie inside her with some delicious dessert so she decided to coo
Red Riding HoodI want to believe people so badly when they say they won’t bite
that I contemplate climbing into their smiling jaws
thinking that it might be better to be split in two than left hanging.
But always, I draw my red hood and flit back into the forest
running in the shadows of pathways, never stepping into clearings
because I’ve spent my whole life in the wilderness
and I still can’t tell the wolves from the woodsmen.
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