55 Word Story | Books

"....She’s the rhythm to my otherwise tone-deaf voice. This book is dedicated to Saira, my wife.” 

Lies. This book is a memory of him and me. 

He clasped his hands as he noticed him breathing each of these words to scribes. 

He knew there were ways to get famous. He realized one of them today.

55 Word Story | Serendipity

A minute is all that takes to find out the truth. Today, it seemed like she waited for an eternity.

Negative.

Hello again, post-coital pillow talks. 

Hello again, Old Monk + random guy from bar.

What she didn't know was, her life was going to change in exactly three hours from now.

*door bell*

65 Word Story | Dream

Dreams peep out of a keyhole every time she tries to shut the doors of reality.

Her mutilated dreams. Her scattered reality.

She imagines to set herself free. Till then she continues to dream.

She lives in a world of sleepless dreams, she dreams in a world of sleep.

She wishes, she could live each of those dreams, as she lives in her dreamless sleep.