This has been pending for a long time now. After blogging for quite some time and reading a lot of other blogs, I've wanted to start writing short stories, really short, intense stories. And I've made a beginning. Posting the first one of the lot here. Comments and feedback are needed and will be appreciated. So, here goes.
The bouts of loneliness.
The bouts of loneliness.
One moment it was all about her, and the next, she felt she
was alone. She thought lonely would be a better way to put it. She loved it when everyone paid attention to
what she wanted, not that she always wanted it. She did not know where to go
when she felt people avoided her. She went lengths to look back and think if
she hurt someone in some way implausible to her, she had not. She always wanted
a good reason why someone avoided her.
She knew he loved her, but she wanted him to show it more
often. It wouldn’t possible with them living in different cities, but when she
needed him, she just needed him. Times were tough, but so was she.
And then one day, it struck bad. Pretty bad. She wanted to
stop being lonely.
So she stopped being...
