Wednesday, June 19, 2013

55 Fiction # 11

My 18th B’day

Today I turned 18”
Postman was at the door at his usual hour,
There was a letter for me, with anxiety I opened, it read

     “To my dearest son
     collect your new bike keys
     from the address at the back”
                                    -  Paa
             
Looking heavenwards I thank him, for he had it all planned but his demise
           
                                                        KARAN 
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6 comments:

  1. Usama RehmanJune 30, 2013 at 10:06 PM

    Brief.Thoughtful.!!
    Your blog is nice and cool;

    I am following it.
    you are welcome to mine as well :)

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    1. Karan ShahJuly 1, 2013 at 8:17 AM

      hey Usama welcome to scribble
      its a pleasure to have u here, it means a lot !!!
      will surely check out yours :)

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  2. BhavyaJuly 2, 2013 at 9:33 AM

    True, death is one of the things that cannot always be planned.
    Very well written piece of 55 fiction.

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    1. Karan ShahJuly 2, 2013 at 8:34 PM

      thank you so much bhavya, welcome to my blog
      keep reflecting :)

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  3. NamrotaJuly 26, 2013 at 9:10 AM

    That was wonderful Karan... very touchy :)

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~ Thanks for sharing your thoughts, keep reflecting ~

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