“I was seventeen when I met you. And inside my head I have always been that young boy standing outside your house waiting for a glimpse of you. I have never moved on. Somehow knowing that this road of life is soon going to end, I feel free. Free from you and this love. Its in these moments that I feel truly alive,” his words boomed in the small seventeen by seventeen feet hall.
Right at the end of the room sat a woman crying.
“But this seems like an odd recording for a black box,” the chief seemed to say.
Written for Write Tribe’s 100 words on Saturday prompt Truly alive.
Absolutely love ur take, Richa. A deep story about being Truly Alive:)
Vishal
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This one is so touching…beautiful post Richa.
SO well written & as Sugandha says touching!
I feel awash with sadness, somehow. Poignant, Richa!
A very novel perspective for the prompt! Moving!
Wow! A truly original take on this prompt!
WOW … surreal … Hit me hard …I want to be truly alive too 🙂
WOW, this really blew me away…so much so that I had to read it again. You write brilliantly! ♥
WOW, this really blew me away…so much so that I had to read it again. You write brilliantly! ♥
Sometimes letting go of things we love can be liberating too huh!