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The sticky tape was waiting It wanted someone to stick on to Sadly no one stuck on

Lord Vishnu washed up on this beach ages ago. Maybe he liked the beach and its towering cliffs. Maybe he was too stoned to care. 

I am dead, just like you. We are both dead like the world we used to inhabit. Now without you I have nothing to live for. I am just a shadow without a body. A tree with no roots. I just died with you.

A cloud pregnant with rain Cried over the arid plains of hell She delivers hope, cried some 

The story ends here. The reader can now shut the book and move on to another. I will wait patiently for another one to come along and peep into my story again. Till then, its goodbye.  

It was raining memories as the raindrops rattled the window panes. He was drenched like the lonely statue in the garden. Only his moist eyes gave him away.    

His hands were bleeding blue. He stared at the blue in wonderment. He wanted to stop it but he couldn't. He knew it was his calling.  

Somewhere in the dark woods of my mind a memory crowed. The winds of sorrow rustled the leaves. The dawn of reality was near. I shut my eyes to dream another dream.  

Will the first child's sadness be more, if it lost a parent? Or is it the other way around? The question just hung there in the syrupy silence. Have you thought about it? Will younger siblings feel sadder as their memories will be fresh? 

Memory claimed another face, today. Some say it's life. Others say it's the end. I think it's neither.

The cicadas cried themselves hoarse at the silence. Oblivion stretched like a gravel snake on the valley. The trees stood guard as he stepped on that path to nowhere.  

They stared at the silence like they would at a stone wall. It was an imposing structure that cut them off from the world. They had built it one brick at a time over every disagreement, every lie, every taunt, every misunderstanding and what not. Now it was too late for them to escape or ignore it. Suddenly they became two souls united by the same predicament. Two bodies and a monolithic silence.       

I can't let you escape.  Why not? You will hurt everyone and in the process hurt me as well. How can I? You are not aware of what you can do. But, I am just your memory.

His eyes were bleeding. Are you crying, asked the blind man. No I am reminiscing, he answered. The silence that followed filled their hearts with happiness.