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To My Human

Religiously, every evening at seven, you would come out of the back gate and feed my friends and I dinner. I’ll be honest, I didn’t know what added up to dinner until you started visiting. I’m glad you did. Years went on and I would still see you come with my delicious meal everyday, sitting with me while I ate leisurely. I liked you more than I liked a full stomach. It was your smile and your warm lap. I have seen you cry every time a car sped over my foot, hurriedly taking me to the unpleasant man in the clinic, or, every time I lost my cool at a friend and got wounded. I apologize for the tears. You gave me warmth on the coldest evenings, a rug to sleep on and a bright ball that kept me entertained for most part of my life. Which is why I need to go away now. I am thirteen and ailing, I am not strong enough to let you cry or suffer, thus, I’m walking away to the sunset. Wave at me while I go and know that my soul will find a way to come back to you. I love you,
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First Love

He looked closely at the back of her hands and saw how thin her skin was. He could feel her veins pulsating. It was reassuring to him, she was alive. Do you remember your first love? Do you remember how you lost your first love? He did. He remembered her. from her deep brown eyes to the flaws on her skin, he hadn't forgotten any detail. He knew the day he saw her walking towards him in a grey dress that he would wake up to this face everyday. She did not believe him when he said it. She didn't believe fairy tales would ever come true. She didn't think dragons could be slayed and happy ever afters could exist. He had been with her for sixty years now. As much as she didn't want to admit, he was right all along, and, she was secretly happy that he was. He was the love of her life. They met when they were twenty three and had celebrated every anniversary like it was their first, giving each other the chance to experience their universe that they had so lovingly built
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Safety net

He looked up from his bed and heard a familiar sound radiating from the television. With all the strength in his tiny feet and hands, he attempted to crawl on the bed, towards the magical box. There was a childlike innocence in his smile, a grin full of elation. In matters of seconds, his petite structure made it to the edge of the bed, one more step and he could have hurt himself. Twenty feet away in another room was the baby’s father, who on hearing the music predicted the baby’s next few steps. And, in absolute perfection, right before the child took its final steps before he lost surface, the father came and caught his son. At every step of our way, you have been there, waiting to open the safety net if we ever needed you. Thank you, papa. From now on, for every need of yours, give us the opportunity of being your safety net. We love you!
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I met a stranger

As I lay to rest, she walked into my room. I was surrounded by beige walls and burgundy curtains, not a thing familiar about it. No memory of me reaching there, and, no memory of the woman walking towards me. I met a stranger. The woman had an affectionate smile that passed assurance. She understood my confusion, I could tell. Her hand reached out to caress my cheek, a familiar touch. I met a stranger. She looked around the room, searching for memories. Was she lost, too? My hand attempted to get her attention, but, refused to lift. My failed endeavor made her smile grow fainter. Paleness and hurt overcame. I met a stranger. My mind couldn’t comprehend why my incapability hurt her. Did she know me? Could she help me out of here? She used her palm to hold up mine, leaning towards me, she whispered, ’I am here for you, maa.’ But, I had met a stranger. I used all my energy to pull away from her. I was scared and confused, and, I could see her sense it in my eye
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I made peace with your death

He had soft uncalloused hands for someone his age. He was 89 with the childish innocence of an 8 year old, and the spontaneity of a toddler who did not hesitate before letting out a chuckle. My last memory with him is of me sitting beside him while he lay in bed, with his eyes closed, while I gently stroked his hands, attempting to reassure him that the suffering would be over soon, wondering whether or not I truly believed that. Both of us, him and I, needed the faith to believe that he'd be better soon, be able to remember faces of his friends and peers, people that he'd met every day, for the past four scores of his life. His memory was starting to fade, but, not his instinct. He couldn't remember names of his visitors, but, he had a smile across his face when his son walked in. His saviour was here. He trusted the eyes of his son, forever strong and caring. He believed that love could heal his pain. What he couldn't see was the fading faith in his son’s eyes.
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I plead to you

Every time I see your eyes glare at my breasts, I feel like I don't exist. Every time you pass lewd statements at me when I walk across from you, I feel soulless. Every time you pretend you accidentally fell on me, I wish I didn't have that chunk of flesh on my body that excites you so much. Every time you grope my breasts and run off before I can set my eyes on you, I lose a part of my existence.  I was born different from you and I took pride in it until I felt your piercing eyes viewing every part of my body without noticing the anger on my face. I took pride in it until you touched me against my wish and I made me dirty even though you were the source of that filth. I felt like I didn't have a mind of my own because I was too flustered to process why your fingers were tracing along my body. Why you were forcing me against the wall and pushing your hand against my breast while you used the other hand to close my mouth, I will not understand. I whimpered in fear and pa
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For the man I will always love

I turn my head and my eyes search for him. Amidst a hundred people, I see him standing calmly at one corner, weeping silently, looking at his girl walk away from him. He knows I'd stay back in a second but he wouldn't ask me to make that sacrifice for the sake of my embrace, his conscience wouldn't let him do that. Tears roll down his cheeks as I take steps away from him, unaware of when he would see me again. He keeps a brave face and smiles at me, encouraging me to take bigger steps. I move out today. However, I'm not as excited about my life to come as i should be, because I'm leaving my love behind. I'm leaving my father behind. *** The oldest memory that I have with him is of me sitting on his lap, playing with his identity card. I wouldn't give him a minute to change after he returned from work, so that I could have him all for myself, not a single more moment lost. My father is an ordinary man, with an ordinary job, who lived an ordinar
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