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Peep Into The Past – Short Fiction


I gaze longingly at the effervescent girl who looked back at me from the photograph enclosed in the safe, glittering walls of the exquisite photo frame. I know what she was thinking while she smiled her heart out, her dainty arms perched delicately on the welcoming, supportive hands of her sweetheart.The jet black strands of hair that fluttered in the warm summer breeze heightened the twinkle that sparkled in the summit of the valley that was her eyes. I know what her eyes chanted as she posed for the photograph, trying hard to make her naive attempt at a pout succeed, after the many rehearsals in front of the mirror during those secure, inconspicuous moments of her solitude. I know what her heart yearned to scream out till her lungs gasped for breath. I know, for her smile, as infectious as it was, managed to hide little.  I know, at that very moment she was wishing upon the stars for that stage of her life – those deeply satiating, resplendent years that formed it – to last forever. She was hoping for her youth to be arrested; her evocative bond with her loved ones to be preserved in virginity. Under her breath, she was unassumingly whispering a prayer for her thoughts forever to be just as vibrant as the present. A fleeting seed of fear that hinted towards the inevitability of change failed to bother her. She lived in the moment, sans doubts or dilemma, and believed it the right way to face life.

As I sit absorbing her charm, my long lost charm, a drop of tear rolls down the deeply entrenched lines, diligently masked by the concealer, on my wry face. 
Will I have that girl back in me, again, ever? Or was she already dead? But how can she be dead, when I myself am that girl? Aren’t I very much alive this moment? Indeed I am, silly. Or am I,  truly?

Amidst the indecisiveness, there was one question that bothered me the most – about how that jubilant girl ended up all alone in this world? Was she to blame? Was her fate to blame? Or was it simply the way of life? Answers evade me as my eyes rove past the photo to the azureness that slowly spreads across the sky. Another day has come to an end. Yet another night was about to start. Fear grips me, as the thought of loneliness wrenches me tight. 

Do I have an option but to surrender to the unknown force, what ever it be? There was a time when I had, but not anymore. Not anymore. 


26 thoughts on “Peep Into The Past – Short Fiction”

  1. How do you write such beautiful pieces Maliny? I’m in awe… seriously! And the expressions that you have brought out are simply terrific… They touched me so much, specially in the end, where you ask how she end up all alone, was it her fate or she or that’s how life is!



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  2. The dainty arms perching delicately, that was an evocative description and immediately created a picture in my mind.
    A bit of us always remains in the past, in the pictures of joyful times.. I loved the narration, almost like a stream of consciousness… 👌:-)


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