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Himika Chaudhuri
@heandshestories
Delhi

I am a journalist who has just taken up writing fiction. I mostly pen really short stories, and have a series of poems based on the life of a couple in love
Nano Published almost 3 years ago

She wrote him a line, in response to his praise.
Is it Jane Austen or Erica Jong? He asked, overwhelmed.
It is yours truly, she said.
The things you make me feel,do, write!

New Delhi, April 22, 2016.
Dedicated to all those who inspire, and to all those inspired!

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Himika Chaudhuri
@heandshestories
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Nano Published almost 3 years ago

They went for years, light years and lifetimes without speaking to each other, and yet knew perfectly well, what the other wanted to say...

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Himika Chaudhuri
@heandshestories
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Short Published almost 3 years ago

Shoes. She loved shoes.
She had a 100 of them.
Heels, flats, open, closed, bright, dull, new and old!
These red ones have to be my luckiest, I wore them on most of my dates, she giggled.
The black, that is the most versatile, goes with anything, she said.
Will you get that gold ones out for me please, they remind me of my parties, she said, her eyes bright, her face lit up.
Her friend indulged her.
She sat with the gold shoes on her lap, like lost in thoughts of another time.
She sat there for hours, almost lifetimes, dreaming, smiling
Till her husband, just back from work, kissed her out of her reverie and wheeled her out into the garden.

Dedicated to all those who can smile through anything.

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@heandshestories
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Short Published almost 3 years ago

You are mine, he said.
I am not even mine, she said.
He was new to the city.
She was old to the profession.
I will bail you out of this, he vowed.
A million men have told me this, she mocked.
He left, slighted.
She went on to the next man...and the next.
Months passed. She never saw him.
Then one day as she readied to start trade, the owner walked up to her.
You are free, the wrinkled woman said, a tinge of jealously in her eyes.
He had sold his all. His land, his home, a part of his self, only to win her back.
New Delhi. December 13, 2015.

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Himika Chaudhuri
@heandshestories
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Short Published almost 3 years ago

He carried her in his heart
She, as a pendant on hers
That was their togetherness, for 50 years, in two countries.
When the end came, they found the tiny gold thing with a faded picture of his, tucked under layers of linen.
Her son was enraged. Her husband ashamed.
Her grandson, all of 16, hugged her tight and clenched the gold in his fists,
They beat him up, screaming to let go of it.
He didn't.
Now, a man of 30, he'd found its rightful owner.
She loved you till the end, he said, holding his frail hands.
And as drop by drop tears rolled down his wrinkled face, man to man they knew she'd have wanted it just that way!
New Delhi. December 17, 2015.
Dedicated to my dad. The most romantic man I knew.

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