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I let a few moments pass before I answer the cries. //caption// I see the clouds have assembled today in one big grey spell. Reminds me of a time, back when we stood and spotted shapes in those irregular fluffs of white. I remember the naive fear coursing through my veins at the sound of thunder, too. I remember me, running to the little room adjoining the terrace and locking it behind me. The air, still. I switch on the electric fan and the curtains start flailing. I shut out the splish-splash unforgiving thrashing of the rain drops. The sound of whi

I let a few moments pass before I answer the cries. //caption// I see the clouds have assembled today in one big grey spell. Reminds me of a time, back when we stood and spotted shapes in those irregular fluffs of white. I remember the naive fear coursing through my veins at the sound of thunder, too. I remember me, running to the little room adjoining the terrace and locking it behind me. The air, still. I switch on the electric fan and the curtains start flailing. I shut out the splish-splash unforgiving thrashing of the rain drops. The sound of whi

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Something was so different about today. It was the routine fun, the routine bickering, the routine laughter. But, wasn't there a tinge of absurd to the routine? We were splashing blues on the monotonous reds and somehow the stars were engrossed with the whole fiasco. Instead of the jabbering, I guess we let the silence win for once. And viola! Wasn't it beautiful? It was. It was beautiful, love. It was magnificent. In all the confusion, all the anxiety and all the thoughtless fights there was the pristine clarity we'd been searching for. Next time we'll wait for the birds to chirp and compare the melody to the silence. We'll let the silence win. Again. //Hold your breath// Day 11. #yqbaba #yqtales #yqquotes #apmchallenge #holdyourbreath #yopowrimo18 #love #napowrimo18 Again.

Something was so different about today. It was the routine fun, the routine bickering, the routine laughter. But, wasn't there a tinge of absurd to the routine? We were splashing blues on the monotonous reds and somehow the stars were engrossed with the whole fiasco. Instead of the jabbering, I guess we let the silence win for once. And viola! Wasn't it beautiful? It was. It was beautiful, love. It was magnificent. In all the confusion, all the anxiety and all the thoughtless fights there was the pristine clarity we'd been searching for. Next time we'll wait for the birds to chirp and compare the melody to the silence. We'll let the silence win. Again. //Hold your breath// Day 11. #yqbaba #yqtales #yqquotes #apmchallenge #holdyourbreath #yopowrimo18 #love #napowrimo18 Again.

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I wake up to the sound of wind chimes, in the dead of the night. Panicking, sweating. It was a nightmare. You were walking away from me and I didn't even try to stop you and I do not know which was scarier. You, walking away or me, letting you. Like the stench of a rotten pumpkin, our memories make me feel nauseous at times. We hardly even talk, love. The emojis betray us. We are stuck in the most mundane of messes and we have blaring laughter screaming at us, from the 5 inch screen. //Pumpkin// Day 10. Not my best. I do not want to break the chain and even though I am so busy, I had to conjure up something for my own sanity. It was such an interesting theme and I wish I have done the slightest of Justice to it. And.. Samriddhi Purohit.. Babe that poke means a lottt to me!! ♥ #apmchallenge #pumpkin #napowrimo18 #yopowrimo18 #napowrimo #yqbaba #yqtales #yourquote

I wake up to the sound of wind chimes, in the dead of the night. Panicking, sweating. It was a nightmare. You were walking away from me and I didn't even try to stop you and I do not know which was scarier. You, walking away or me, letting you. Like the stench of a rotten pumpkin, our memories make me feel nauseous at times. We hardly even talk, love. The emojis betray us. We are stuck in the most mundane of messes and we have blaring laughter screaming at us, from the 5 inch screen. //Pumpkin// Day 10. Not my best. I do not want to break the chain and even though I am so busy, I had to conjure up something for my own sanity. It was such an interesting theme and I wish I have done the slightest of Justice to it. And.. Samriddhi Purohit.. Babe that poke means a lottt to me!! ♥ #apmchallenge #pumpkin #napowrimo18 #yopowrimo18 #napowrimo #yqbaba #yqtales #yourquote

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The night is always young. Through veiled arguments and vile consequences. The love was red and the night was black. The evening was purple and the allegations, brown. A cliché chase, through the woods and we found a lake, abandoned for years and yet so serene. Confusion and a piercing silent scream. Our cover was blown away and we were found. The night found us, sleeping. The world found us, dead. //Scandal// Day 9. #yqbaba #yqtales #yourquote #apmchallenge #tvshow #night #napowrimo18 #napowrimo

The night is always young. Through veiled arguments and vile consequences. The love was red and the night was black. The evening was purple and the allegations, brown. A cliché chase, through the woods and we found a lake, abandoned for years and yet so serene. Confusion and a piercing silent scream. Our cover was blown away and we were found. The night found us, sleeping. The world found us, dead. //Scandal// Day 9. #yqbaba #yqtales #yourquote #apmchallenge #tvshow #night #napowrimo18 #napowrimo

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The sunlight is seeping in through the thick red curtains. Is this what home looks like? Chaos, angry shouts, broken bricks and broken promises? Cigarette smoke, half finished whisky glasses, olives and dust? //caption// //Is this what home looks like? // Day 8. You left at midnight because there was bloodshed. I woke up and the drapes were open and bullets were fired. Now, it's noon. The shots being fired are still echoing in my empty house.

The sunlight is seeping in through the thick red curtains. Is this what home looks like? Chaos, angry shouts, broken bricks and broken promises? Cigarette smoke, half finished whisky glasses, olives and dust? //caption// //Is this what home looks like? // Day 8. You left at midnight because there was bloodshed. I woke up and the drapes were open and bullets were fired. Now, it's noon. The shots being fired are still echoing in my empty house.