Skip to main content

Heartless

It was as if she had gone deaf. All the noise from outside did not penetrate her apartment. She went on casually about her daily routine. The bombing, the riots, the scavengers on the streets, nothing reached her. As if oblivious to all that. She did not bother to vacate her apartment like everyone in the area who had gone hiding, looking for a safer place. She did not want to leave. This seemed to be a new beginning than an end.

She stepped in the shower, aware the moment was nearing. She cared a damn.

What happened that was all hazy.
She could hear them coming, knocking down the door, hunting her down and trying to rip her heart off.

She smiled all the time, for they did not know, she was heartless.
*********************************************************************

Weird post to start my blog in 2008.
How is the new year treating you??
Labels:

Comments

♪♪Happy Go Lucky♪♪ said…
hey nice post... its gonna b cont right???? looking frwd 2 it....really nice one... n happy new yr!!;p
January 9, 2008 at 8:45 PM
TS said…
Much the same my friend, much the same.
January 10, 2008 at 12:21 PM
Anonymous said…
Yeah I got it... I got it... yipee! I cracked The Island Girl puzzle, its the I am Legend remade by Ekta Kapoor with the protagonist a Smriti Irani, all armed with .8 Magnum Tear Sprinker...
January 13, 2008 at 3:53 AM
Rajarshi said…
Some 'Resident Evil' u got there!!its gonna b continued right??
New yearz been a bitch til now.
January 13, 2008 at 4:43 AM
Bharti Bedi said…
Soulwitness: havent seen the movie and dont watch the serials..
the puzzle is not meant to be solved my friend..dont be disillusioned:P

and No i did not intend to continue the post but well if all of think it should be maybe i will give it a thought..
January 14, 2008 at 10:01 AM
Rex Venom said…
It was sort of disturbing or spooky near the end, then sort of darkly freeing at the very end.
Rock on.
January 20, 2008 at 11:08 AM
Anonymous said…
Your blog keeps getting better and better! Your older articles are not as good as newer ones you have a lot more creativity and originality now keep it up!
January 10, 2010 at 4:35 AM
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

White

WHITE It’s the colour of mourning. It's the colour of celebration. It's the colour of peace. It's the colour of happiness. It's pure, calm, serene, and honest. It’s the colour of the first meal that baby takes. It’s the colour of maturity on a person’s head. It’s the colour of the moonlight. It’s the colour of the clouds. It’s the colour of the sea foam. It’s the screechy chalk on the black board. It’s the clean surface of the white board. Mixes with every other colour to give it a new identity. It makes red go pink. It turns the black into grey. And it's just White *********************************** What comes to your mind when you think of White.. Write back…
14 comments
Read more

Of words, stories and assignments

While going through a pile of papers I found something interesting A year ago, when I joined my first year classes, I got an assignment in creative writing on the first day itself. We were given 5 words and we were asked to build a story around them. There was no constraint on the word usage but I chose to stick to as less as possible. The words were: DOOR, AXE, MIRROR, DRAIN, LEGS Here are the two versions that I wrote: #1: His legs grew heavier as he unlocked his front door . He looked tired and drained out but his clothes still smelled of his favourite AXE deodorant. Although he was still in his early thirties, the mirror reflected a different story. All he needed right now was a nice cup of coffee. #2: She was woken up in the middle of the night by a noise. It was like an axe hitting a metal. At first she thought she was dreaming but then she heard it again. Mustering up all her courage, she moved into the hall. Something on her right moved and ...
15 comments
Read more

Silent nights

Emily heard the wind swooshing against her window. Another stormy night, she thought. She dragged herself out of the bed, stepped into the balcony. The eerie silence greeted her. The trees were as still as the night and all she could hear was the silent humming of the air-conditioners. Thinking her half-dreaming, half- awake mind was playing games, she went back to her sleep. She was woken up again. She was sure there was a storm in her window. She did not go out to check this time though. Not because she was dreaming but because she knew the calm night outside would never come to know about the storms inside.
7 comments
Read more