The Wedding Album( 1 min read)

‘He’s no more, Akangsha’ – the words echoed in my ears again and again, my head spun; I looked around for a place to sit but my sight started getting blurred. I stretched my hand out and opened my mouth, but I collapsed onto the ground.

‘Are you okay now?’ – the words suddenly hit my ears, my head still felt dizzy. A couple of seconds later, when my vision was clear, I replied, ‘yes’. I looked around.

I was lying on a bench inside a shaded bus stop. I sat up seeing the teeming crowd around; their inquiring eyes were fixed on me.

I gulped down some water,Β isn’t this the same place where we used to meet every day before marriage,Β a sudden flood of memory hit me, bringing a lump to my throat.

Rishav is dead,Β the thought stung my heart. Feelings for him were long gone. But then what was it? What was burning inside me? What was aching so badly? Why was it so unbearable that the tears streaming down my face refused to stop as I walked back home?

Slamming the door behind, I walked over to my cupboard. I’d hidden it away under a pile of clothes – the wedding album. Why had I not thrown it away after our divorce?

Why?


Written by Chirasree Bose

29 thoughts on “The Wedding Album( 1 min read)

    1. Thank you πŸ˜‡

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    1. 😊 thank you

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  1. This is brilliant! Some people remain in some deep corners of our hearts I guess

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    1. Thank you 😊

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  2. We only think we have forgotten. Memories have a way of weaing their way back isn’t it?

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    1. Yes…that’s very true…thanks a lot for leaving your feedback πŸ˜‡πŸ˜‡

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  3. Good story, Sree. But the background image is too dark that it makes reading very difficult.

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    1. yes I saw that. I need to change the theme πŸ™‚ thanks for pointing that out

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  4. Great stuff
    I’d like to give a advice
    It’s not necessary to mention 1 or 2 minutes read…
    Your write ups are good enough that time isn’t a big deal here!

    #honestcomment

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    1. Thank you so much…I am really honored πŸ˜‡πŸ˜‡

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  5. A part of the past, never becomes past and lives inside us, ready to resurface anytime, anywhere.
    Good read !!

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    1. Thank you πŸ™

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  6. You are talented at packing emotion into short pieces like this, Sree.

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    1. Thank you so much πŸ˜‡πŸ˜‡

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  7. I liked the way you conveyed the main character’s turmoil through this piece. You did well to convey that in so few words. I did have some trouble following the action though. It felt like some transition scenes had been edited out. I’d love to have known how she ended up at the bus stop (or if she didn’t know, I’d like to have seen her confusion about that — it would have added to the feel of her disconnect with the news). It would also have been great to see more of an interaction with someone in the crowd gathered at the bus stop — who handed her the water? Who asked her if she was okay? If you decide to rework this piece, I’d love to see it at the weekend showcase!

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    1. I completely agree with your suggestions. I would surely try to rework this piece😊

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  8. ah…. so painful….. nicely written…..

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    1. πŸ™‚ thank you

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  9. Bringing the title at the end is really nice.Was like a 2 min film.Could able to visualize the scenes through the narrations.Great work

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    1. Thank you so much πŸ™‚

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  10. Great story. Very well writtenπŸ‘Œ. I expected next part too.

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    1. 😊😊 actually it ends here…I didn’t plan a second part…your feedback matters a lot…thank youπŸ˜‡

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      1. I would like to read other part too, but still it’s awesome .πŸ‘Œ

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  11. Toching one. But she should let go as she seems to be the only one suffering. The husband wasnt worth her anyways

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    1. πŸ™‚ I agree

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