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TRAPPED- The First Taste (Part 1)

It was another boring and tiring day for Basu. The hectic schedule at the office seemed to add another bitter taste to his messed up life. The clock on the wall struck 1 am. Basu was lying on his bed thinking of something, something which has not been going well since last few months. From the time his girlfriend, Baani, left him his life has completely turned around. Since then he has become less social and seemed to have a good of friends with loneliness.

He tries to sleep but his eyes are wide awake. He then reaches for his mobile lying on the table, next to his bed. He stared at his lock screen for hours while tears rolled down his cheeks and memories flooding his mind. He unlocked the screen and still kept glaring at his mobile. He scrolled through the pictures of those wonderful moments, they shared together making promises to stay together for a lifetime. He could feel her presence everywhere. Every second of his life, everything he did, it reminded him of her. She was a large chunk of the part of the life he wanted to leave behind.



 Then, he started deleting those photos one by one. With every single sound of the click, he was trying to get rid of those memories which were not only a part of his mobile gallery but rather was imprinted deep inside his heart.

Till the time it was all done, though he pretended to be relaxed but the truth was, he was still caged with emotions.

                                                    


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  1. Unknown25 January 2017 at 05:06

    Wow.... m... m jst speechless... the emotion is so strong... keep it up ...

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    1. Vivek Pradhan25 January 2017 at 17:57

      Thanx sunaina.. Will come with more stories and poems..thanks

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  2. Vivek Pradhan26 January 2017 at 18:26

    Thank you everyone

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  3. Unknown28 January 2017 at 18:36

    Loved it bro... keep up the good work...

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  4. Unknown28 January 2017 at 18:36

    Loved it bro... keep up the good work...

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  5. Vivek Pradhan28 January 2017 at 18:46

    Thanx sis... follow my blog and enjoy reading..

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