XIX | #AtoZChallenge

It was impossible to ignore the grace with which she danced. Later that evening, we sat together and compared our music playlists, and talked about the songs we both loved, which were many. But the dance or the music isn’t why she had caught my attention.

She had three scars on her arm, just below her wrist. Possibly from a history of being a cutter. You know who else had marks exactly like that? Of course you do.

*

Did you know that you laughed in two different ways – one, short, harsh, rough, like a bark, if you were tolerating someone, if they weren’t particularly funny but you wanted to indulge them nevertheless; and another – intimate, soft, a laugh that embraced the person it was directed at. 

Having been on the receiving end of both, I had an inkling of what she meant to you when the tone you used with her was the tone you once used with me, and you laughed with her in that gentle way. It wasn’t that she called you at eight in the morning that ticked me off. It wasn’t even the tone or laughter. It wasn’t the number of minutes you spoke. It wasn’t that one kiss you gave her over the phone, that you tried to brush aside as a joke because you knew I was listening. It wasn’t the three completely random facts about her you told me to avoid answering my one question about who she was to you. 

It was the one question that she asked you, and while I only heard your end of the conversation, I knew right at that moment that there was more to the story than you wanted me to know. 

I thought of all the friends I’d had over the years. None of them ever cared about whether or not I had breakfast, and if yes, what I had. The right to ask that question is a privilege we give to few. When she asked you, I realized the lies had probably begun a long time before I even noticed.

*

The dancer I met had scars that reminded me of her. When I looked closely, she even looked quite a bit like her – the same jet black hair, the same height. And each time a song came on that made the two of us squeal in joy, I wondered if she had been with you on the night you died.


Hi everyone! I’m working on a minimalist fiction project for this year’s #AtoZChallenge. The story will be shared in snippets, and the events occur non-sequentially. It is for the reader to interpret and form the “whole”. You can read all the posts here. Join me, and do share links to your AtoZ posts as well!

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PS: The numbers in bold add up to 19 (XIX). Also, the first line of the song is: This song is not for the living | This song is for the dead.

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27 thoughts on “XIX | #AtoZChallenge

  1. Louise April 28, 2017 / 4:57 AM

    The end came as a surprise. Until then it was this building I should have known acceptance and then – oh. Can’t believe we’re almost at the end.

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  2. Mithila Menezes April 28, 2017 / 10:21 AM

    Oh my gosh. I now understand yesterday’s post. I didn’t quite get what happened yesterday, but the comments section gave me an inkling that maybe he’s dead.

    Oh no, he’s dead. And he didn’t spend his last minutes with this lovely girl who trusted him beyond anything.

    Life. Life. Life. Too damn unpredictable. And so are the curveballs you throw into this story!

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    • Sreesha Divakaran May 2, 2017 / 8:15 AM

      You mean the V post? Yup, car accident. If you connect the V and B posts, it becomes a little clearer.

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  3. vinodinii April 28, 2017 / 2:15 PM

    This is quite an interesting theme. Keeps your reader guessing all the time. I didn’t see that coming in the end. Loved it!

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  4. Vidya Sury April 28, 2017 / 5:31 PM

    The numbers in bold add up to XIX. I wondered, because I know XOXO means something else. I guessed very early about what might have happened. Hmm. Seems like X arrived all too soon!

    But XOXO to you Sreesha! Hugs!

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    • Sreesha Divakaran May 2, 2017 / 8:16 AM

      Oh, yes, XOXO would’ve meant it’s a real sweet post 🙂

      Hey, the month is up. Now you can tell me the theories you had 😀

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  5. Kalpanaa April 29, 2017 / 1:16 PM

    Oh dear – this was so sad and mysterious at the same time. Credit your excellent writing for evening all that emotion in me.

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  6. Soumya (@soumyaprasad) April 29, 2017 / 7:47 PM

    Very very clever writing this. So proud of you for this 🙂

    So, he died? Wasn’t it a bit too easy for him to die just like that. Leaving two broken hearts in its wake.

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    • Sreesha Divakaran May 2, 2017 / 8:18 AM

      Yup, he died in the V post. Only one broken heart though; the other one, I’m assuming, was with him (you can spin the story any way you like, but I’m gonna pretend she died too)

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  7. Parul Thakur May 1, 2017 / 12:44 PM

    So I missed the previous posts so I know I don’t have the full story but have your considered writing more fiction? Your writing is so awesome with the right element of darkness, hope and surprise.

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    • Parul Thakur May 2, 2017 / 8:20 AM

      Really? You can’t give up on Fiction Sreesha. You are fabulous at it 🙂

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  8. CRD May 1, 2017 / 2:15 PM

    I just realised that this was meant to be part of a sequence of events. Even then, your narrative kept me hooked till the end. You’re too good! 🙂

    Cheers,
    CRD

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  9. sanchwrites May 12, 2017 / 3:21 AM

    Oh…this is a bit of a punch in the guts even though we know he is no more…

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  10. Anmol Rawat May 19, 2017 / 11:47 AM

    Oh my! Ok so I also read comments after reading the story to get an idea if I am thinking right or to find about where it links to. Lovely writing.

    “Did you know that you laughed in two different ways – one, short, harsh, rough, like a bark, if you were tolerating someone, if they weren’t particularly funny but you wanted to indulge them nevertheless; and another – intimate, soft, a laugh that embraced the person it was directed at.”

    Just wow! Quit horror, pick up romance!!!!

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    • Sreesha Divakaran May 29, 2017 / 8:05 AM

      Haha, maybe I’ll quit both and experiment with something wholly new! 😀

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