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Envy

Envy

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oh so beautiful!
They seemed perfect together.beautiful things those two.
My friend and she.
isn’t is what everyone dream of?
Any guy would Envy him and any girl would despise her.
But we were also not less you know; her boyfriend and me.
He would’ve killed for me. I would’ve died for him.
I and Him. Him and I. You know? Like Jai and Veeru.
Some said we were one soul. In a platonic way of course.
Talk of our friendship.
I thought it would change, eventually.
Priorities and all.
I knew it would. I hoped it wouldn’t.
It’s surprising what those pair of boobs had done to him.
Shades of grey were onto him.
I wonder what she would do to our friendship.
like
in those movies; girlfriends taking away your friend.
But it didn’t.
Or so I thought.
I felt something had happened.
She They seemed tense.
21 days and a week later.
Something terrible did happened.
“Is it my fault?” He asked me.
I was not in terms with the reality.
It was shocking, though. He was not one of those regular boys.
She was gone.
The room was completely destroyed. Like some weapon had emptied itself there.
Myriad of beads on the floor.
Empty bottles. Ashtrays and an intoxicated friend.
God knew what the hell happened.
He was trying to hide his tears.
She Had gone for almost a week now.
She left no trace.wiped from the face of the earth.
had I know it before, I wouldn’t have let it happen.
I was there. He was devastated.
2 weeks later, they found the body.
I was shocked when I heard.
But I was there for him. For my friend.
3 weeks later, 2 friends, 1 bottle down.
I looked in the mirror.
Pulled out a blank face.
I Confessed.

Mom

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For HIM, his wife said, all this luxury, all this means nothing, NOTHING, so I might as well have it all.
She didn’t sleep that night, she was worried about the amount she will get after the divorce.
He was sick, very sick, and she still rushed through the doors, not stopping, not even thinking once about him, he was the same guy who spent all his salary for just a stupid rock so that it would make HER happy.
Tears rolled down his cheeks, as he was then all covered in red.
His MOM was there, the very person he had abandoned for what he called his LOVE.
 

The Cannibal

The Cannibal

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I am the psychiatrist.
But I like to call myself the “Cannibal of Pain”
I help people solve the problems they think they have.
Hannibal the Merciful”
That is what they call me.
So this one day I got a call.
They don’t leave me alone” THE GHOSTS!; said the other end of the telephone.
I sipped it slowly; the coffee.
Then I waited for her as she set herself.
She was playing with her bloody red diamond ring as she shared her agony.
And I placed myself comfortably on sofa as she recited her morose tales.
I had created quite a reputation for myself.
“Don’t you worry!” I shall cure-all your pains. 
I was always fascinated. by the pains they shared.
It was wrong; I knew but it made me happy;
She stared as I felt her.

But then it was only a stage.
I thought it would pass.
Little did I know that it was not
Their tales made me more happy than anything could.
Money. Fame. Sex. Food.
Then one day came along a man!
In his 20s, caucasian, fleshy and gay.
He shared his tales and showed his wounds.
As he shared his suffering;
I felt exhilarated; excited.
I thought I was more than Flesh and bones.
So this is how it is to feel Invincible.
That is how it all started.
I dropped the curtain.
Yes, I am addicted to the pain and agony; Yes it makes me happy.
But I am the best option that you’ve got!; I said.
I am what I am.
I liked the taste of it.
Success. Victory. What(?)ever they call it.
But something;
Something changed.
Push of luck if I may say.
Days were changing.
Needs of man had outweighed morals.
Only things that newspapers read were “MURDERS, PAIN, HELP!”
That was the thing I needed!; Madness,Chaos, Fear.
More. Business.
I finally knew what I wanted.
I was GOD.

Her

Her

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The narrator is a girl.

Her?
Pretty foreign; if you ask me.
Our fellow colleague,
I was aghast.
Telling everyone the truth? That takes courage.
Her being lesbian.
It was a tell all tale of the office.
I though was not impressed.
You Should always think twice before you come out as something like this.
I mean its India.
We have all ifs and Buts.
You just aren’t supposed to be that way.
I don’t know how I felt for her,
She knew that, Even I did.
I was the center of attraction.
Now she was.
Boom! Everything gone in a blink of an eye!
No more all those gazes and stares.
Plus her being really beautiful added the pain.
It’s funny how one tiny detail fuck things up.
People knew that she was not into men, and still she was all they wanted.
But it didn’t change one fact.
BUT,
To be fair, I didn’t care.
Sure, it is good to be hit on,
Seeing all that insecure and under confident. souls!
Men!
But I never was interested.
I am “a workaholic” you see,
I loved that tag of “Self-sufficient and narcissist bitch”
Hidden behind all this was a motive; to never get hurt.
And again there was. this guy,
I never knew what he felt; how he felt (about me of course)
Quite stoic he was.
An exception. if you may call.
I hated her because he was hers; he fell for her!
But then somehow I was,
I was attracted to her.
Maybe it was because we were so alike.
But then this happened.
And That day.
Things changed.
Mirrors shattered, clothes scattered and what not!
Because he was in a hurry.
And so, I and him.
Hm.

Featured image Illustration by Chris Riddell

A Tale of Two

A Tale of Two

 

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Everything was going to change.

His feelings for her hadn’t changed since he first saw her.

It was a big day for them.

There was red on the whole floor. It was all covered with roses.

Love was coming right through his heart; pure, unadulterated.

The cake was cut and candles were distinguished.

The table knife fell as he pushed the trolley.

He took The cake and smeared it on her face.

It was ruby coloured; the way she liked.

He threw the box and took it’s belonging in his hands.

She said yes.

He gently, pecked on her lips.

They tied the knot next day.

She had married the guy who had loved her all the time.

Happiness is what was supposed to follow.

She liked love stories, he liked murder mysteries.

They never changed. But never stopped loving.

They were different, but with same motive.

Her sister got molested.

Life changed.

If only she knew who he was.

The sister died.

She was broken.

It was when he was out of town.

The killer did what he had to.

Life had just revealed the ugly part

Death took her sister, her love.

She wanted revenge.

All that she was left with were memories.

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