Tag: fiction

  • A Cherished Moment: Coffee with My High School Crush

    A Cherished Moment: Coffee with My High School Crush

    Daily writing prompt
    Describe one of your favorite moments.

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    After battling fever,
    the intense body pain,
    that went up to my head,
    and down to my toe,
    like a continuous flow of blood,
    this day has brought peace,
    and with it,
    a sense of relief…

    SO,
    here I am answering,
    yet again a prompt,
    that forces to think,
    think beyond,
    time and the world that we live in…

    One of my favorite moment,
    is reliving the day when I met my first crush after a long time,
    like 5 years long time,
    when I forgot all about it,
    by pushing it in the back of my mind,
    and forcing it with responsibilities and problems of the family,
    until,
    that day…

    The day I saw them,
    traveling all alone,
    with an extreme look of dread and tiredness on their face,
    I was boarding the same train going the same direction as they were,
    I gently said to them,
    “Life has had you by the neck hasn’t it…?”
    I already had an excuse planned as I wore an earphone in the right ear,
    if they thought,
    I was making fun of them,
    but,
    on seeing me,
    those eyes shined up…

    They raised their hand,
    and asked me,
    how I’ve been,
    after telling them I’m well,
    and on asking if they were doing good..?
    they gave me a spin,
    does it look like I’m doing well,
    A wrinkled white shirt,
    which was coming out of their back,
    and a face that can only be described,
    by intense stress, pain and tiredness…

    So,
    I asked them,
    for a coffee,
    because the shop was right next to the platform,
    (Delhi residents know what I’m talking about…)
    So,
    we sat down,
    ordering two,
    and on asking if they needed something to eat with it,
    After I already ordered a brownie slice and two pre-packed cookies,
    and as we began discussing things…

    Family and their well-being,
    the people they’re still connected to,
    the work life or its balance,
    which I felt was nonexistent,
    or something that was new in their life…?

    After a while,
    our coffees came and we began sipping it,
    and then I realized,
    The dream that I had,
    way back,
    like years back,
    came true that day…

    We are sitting together,
    having coffee,
    discussing our present and the near future,
    thinking all of this was a dream,
    I pinched myself on my thigh,
    and guess what,
    it was a reality,
    where we,
    my high school crush and I,
    were happy,
    sitting and having coffee…

    And they brought a brownie,
    steaming it was,
    and with a dollop of French-vanilla ice-cream,
    as they remembered,
    didn’t you make brownies once we had a project together in a group,
    and you brought it with you to a common friend’s place…?

    Oh yes,
    I do remember,
    The taste of it still lingers on my mind,
    even though they were not warm,
    but,
    they were to die for,
    I think,
    Almost all of us remember the taste,
    because it was something that was not popular back then,
    but,
    like really,
    it was something else…

    As we began taking a bite,
    and finishing the coffee,
    telling each other our hardships and good things,
    as we got up,
    she headed towards the counter to pay for it,
    unknown I had already done that,
    (just like I used to in school time…)

    As we headed out,
    Handing her a tissue,
    to clean the corner of the lip which had some chocolate from the brownie,
    as she took it and began cleaning it,
    looking just as beautiful as the day i last saw her in school…

    As the train came and we boarded it,
    Telling her,
    the station I am supposed to get down is just the next one,
    and she stays a few stations down the line,
    thinking I didn’t have anything to do,
    I told her,
    I’ll drop her off to her station and catch a returning one…

    Shyly she agreed,
    as we talked about things we loved,
    before we could begin another conversation,
    her station was here,
    as she pulled me with her hands around my arm,
    as the train was about to close,
    as we walked down the steps and,
    I watched her go,
    turning often,
    and waving me bye…

    After she disappeared from my sight,
    I began my journey back home..

    One of the most favorite moments that I ever had…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    And,
    just like that,
    I saw,
    A familiar face…

    A memory,
    a few years that were spent together,
    were lived within a few seconds,
    in which it was all happenings,
    all were her memories…

    Some were happy some were sad,
    As we relived them once again,
    and another dream of mine,
    a coffee with her,
    without any disturbances…

    There were none,
    none that would disrupt our peace,
    our time,
    as we discussed,
    tiredness of the whole day,
    just whooshing away in thin air,
    as we drank our coffee and shared a brownie…

    The way back home,
    looking into those eyes,
    I saw something that was still there,
    a memory and a spark that we shared,
    unknown to it,
    she shared her details,
    as she tapped her phone to mine,
    and within a moment,
    we were connected yet again…

    “A Day that felt like a dream”

  • The Power of Personal Taglines in Everyday Life

    The Power of Personal Taglines in Everyday Life

    Daily writing prompt
    If humans had taglines, what would yours be?

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    Another day,
    another great prompt if you ask me,
    if us humans,
    each and every one of us had their own tagline,
    a catchy phrase,
    or something indicating the type of person they are,
    or the type of work they do,
    which would easily cut down a lot of unnecessary conversations,
    or a part thereof..

    Imagine,
    if you were in need of a lawyer,
    and on introduction in an informal setting,
    they said their tagline,
    like,

    “A proficient lawyer,
    and an attorney with 25 years of experience,
    tracing the footsteps of (their parent’s business),
    and taking real pride in their work…”

    Doesn’t this make things much simple,
    like you know what you want and what are you looking for,
    with a simple introduction that starts with a tagline,
    and you already know if you want to continue the conversation or not….

    But,
    there has to be some strict laws that are guiding them,
    imagine someone forging their data or information,
    (A much real possibility.)
    just for securing a deal or a job and after that fleeing the scene without a trace,
    which in fact nullifies all of the effort and dependence on this tagline system….

    If you were to ask a normal person about this,
    they would for sure be expressive of their feelings,
    and within it,
    in plain sight where their professional skills would be told in an easy-to-understand way;
    But,
    if they were seeking companionship,
    they would add things that might be common like their interests like birdwatching or going on hikes,
    or dog walking or something like keeping a garden,
    which would signify that he takes care of his surroundings and loves animals and such,
    making them a viable candidate…

    Again,
    we’d have to be careful,
    that someone doesn’t come up with things that they can’t do,
    and they added it just to make themselves sound better and get what ulterior motives they had…

    NOW,
    What would be my tagline you ask…?

    “A hardworking person,
    who tries to fit themselves into places that are new and difficult,
    just to expose and gain enough skills to be a better person,
    A writer too,
    who writes without boundaries and seeks new experiences,
    to be a better storyteller to his kids and grandkids as he ages like fine Wine,
    coming from a business family,
    and importance of learning things from scratch makes them always open for new innovation,
    and skills that can be honed and refined further…”

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    A table full of people,
    waiting for someone’s arrival,
    a person of character for whom they gathered there,
    much more valuable his time was than theirs…

    As they ordered some entrees,
    a few drinks on the table,
    slowly everyone’s taglines escaped their mouths,
    a business owner,
    a housewife,
    a diligent employee,
    a secretary,
    and a newly appointed receptionist,
    and in the background,
    a newly married couple,
    sharing the same last name,
    sobbing she was as he consoled her…

    As he watched from the corner,
    waiting for things to settle down,
    as his phone rang,
    on hearing the news,
    he went silent,
    a single beep continued as he heard the news…

    We couldn’t save the people in the vehicle,
    a drunk driver whose tagline said,
    “An addict who was clean from the past 5 years…”
    was in fact drunk and ran a red light
    crashing into the car in which his wife and kid were,
    killing them on the spot…

    The girl on being a friend of the nurse in the hospital,
    which their lifeless body came in,
    and confirming her,
    of the worst fears…

    As he got up to approach them,
    they climbed into their vehicles,
    and drove to the hospital,
    unknown to the happening,
    he sat there,
    as he recognized,
    a similar car,
    a similar number plate and a similar bumper sticker,
    before they flashed a photo,
    with him and his wife and a child merely 7,
    his whole world uprooted,
    as the tires screeched and in the parking lot of hospital he was,
    where they saw the remainder of his family surrounded by news reporters,
    as he slid past them,
    he saw,
    on the gurney,
    bruised up,
    scratched and heavily injured body of his wife,
    and on the other,
    a crushed one,
    from the direct impact,
    on the passenger’s side,
    A small,
    little one,
    his little one,
    laughing and playing with his toys hours before…

    As he screamed silently,
    curling up in a ball,
    unknown to how he would face,
    face this world ever again…

    “A fault in the system…”
  • Lessons Learned from My Work Experience

    Lessons Learned from My Work Experience

    Daily writing prompt
    What jobs have you had?

    Hey…

    I hope all of you are doing well…

    Exceptional work on getting this day’s prompt too,
    the type of jobs I’ve had…

    It might seem like i am a person who has done a lot in my life,
    in a sense that these words or the type of person they portray me to be,
    but,
    in the contrary,
    the type of job that i’m currently involved in had no relation to the type of career path i chose in my high school or my bachelors…

    I’ve worked the same job and picked up various tasks,
    starting as a helper,
    picking up scraps and filling up coolant water,
    and cutting huge quantities of material,
    often returning home covered in soot and a layer of metal dust and sweat due to long shifts without breaks,
    to operating machines big and small,
    by learning the basics and now doing tricky processes on my own,
    currently,
    grinding things to their sizes within the specified tolerances,
    and giving them to the customers,
    Also,
    face to face customer dealing from day 1…

    The type of field that I’m currently in,
    has unlimited potential for growth,
    But,
    it doesn’t have the matching pay to it,
    you can have all the skills,
    quote what you are deserving of,
    but,
    a helper or someone who will be taught will be a replacement of you within a few days,
    i.e. no sense of job security…

    Being from a commerce background,
    I started with a blank slate,
    with limited knowledge,
    of the field,
    but,
    the sheer dedication,
    and focus that i put in,
    (not being able to find any other at the time),
    i picked up the family business and have taken it upwards only…

    Didn’t work many jobs,
    but a range of jobs within one to develop skills that can be used in many places,
    and,
    I’m grateful for that…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye🤍

    Often,
    I find myself,
    sitting,
    pondering,
    wondering,
    if the work i did today mattered…?

    Did it matter that i woke up,
    set that early alarm,
    woke up before that,
    and got ready to avoid the morning rush…

    Did it matter…?

    Did it matter,
    that i arrived before anyone could,
    and started work earlier than anyone,
    preparing the type of work each and every employee had to work on,
    make a detailed process and work sheet,
    set timings to check the type of work that went on,
    Routinely checking the prepared product,
    the tolerance and the proper build,
    and like that,
    staying on these tippy toes,
    i get the work done,
    Advising,
    checking,
    guiding,
    before i could look up it was lunch,
    a late one…

    It was 3 in the afternoon,
    before i could sit and eat my lunch in peace,
    by then i got a call for delivery of raw material,
    inhaling my food i went out,
    and brought some helpers,
    and after a thorough investigation,
    the product was kept in the designated place,
    As the clock stuck 4…

    Before i could go on another checking shift,
    i was given a task to prepare and look at the repairs of a machine,
    After meticulously studying and locating the err,
    not within our scope the maintenance staff was called in,
    taking up 45 minutes,
    as i went on to checking the final product…

    Before i could come back the machine was up and running,
    downtime of 42 minutes,
    which was easy to manage and work around…

    As the clock stuck 5 staff stared to leave,
    workday being over,
    some overtime staff that stayed on half an hour,
    by the clock stuck 5:45 the place was empty,
    deserted like there existed none,
    By 6 and checking all of the machines before leaving
    not leaving anyone of them on,
    and putting in my timestamp,
    i left for my home…

    where I sat,
    just like that,
    thinking,
    did it matter,
    as i prepared for another day,
    and 4 more to come…

    “Did it matter…?”
  • Whisper Collector: A Job for Just One Day

    Whisper Collector: A Job for Just One Day

    Daily writing prompt
    What’s a job you would like to do for just one day?

    Hey…

    I hope you all are doing well…!

    This question had me bugging as soon as I logged in on the app last night,
    a job that i would do just for a day,
    a single day,
    and never again,
    never ever again…

    I was thinking about being a WHISPER Collector;

    Imagine being a wall,
    a bench in a secluded spot,
    a crack in a wall,
    an old Tyre that has been sitting,
    or even a dark alleyway…

    And from each of them,
    oozing soft whispers,
    that come to your ear,
    in the voice of those people who aren’t there anymore…

    Imagine hearing someone confess their secrets;

    Someone telling how much they love the person who is moving infront of them,
    and within whispers you hear,
    the soft voice of the person moving infront of them,
    telling the alleyway how much they love them and want to be with them forever…

    As you move from the alleyway to the remains of what seems like a playground,
    You start to hear crackle of children,
    their laughter,
    and from them seeps voices of few parents who brought their kids to the playground,
    as I go past the swings,
    and reach a big swirling slide,
    from there i heard,
    crackling of happy children,
    Amongst them a sad voice,

    in a sad voice
    “Have to go, dad has to go to work,
    we’ll be back tomorrow”
    in a crying voice…!

    I wish they did meet tomorrow,
    or escaped to safety safely…

    Tears streaming down my face,
    this has to be something that should be done only once,
    and once only as,
    the screams of those who lost their lives started to come to these ears…

    Cheers 🥂

    Love Waakiye 🤍

    With a lantern I was handed,
    told in a voice stern to walk through the night.

    With the secrets to unfold,
    in the shadows to move unheard,
    Each whisper that i heard,
    shall remain in my head forever.

    The regret of lost,
    the silent ones,
    and those who didn’t make it,
    Amongst those whose voice,
    traveled from far a places,
    to reach my ear with a sense of relief,
    in a bittersweet way a soft smile stays,
    on this face saddened with grief…