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Let's run away?

 Our lives had brutally changed in the past three weeks. We had been posted to a God forsaken place in the East. It had all been painstaking to travel, then locate our new haven but setting up our house was a dream come true. We had been married for three months and 17 days to be exact and placing the “Mannat Amteshwar Sandhu” board on the entrance proved everything worth the effort. My green apple sanitizer’s fragrance desperately tried to mask the stench of our freshly whitewashed MES accommodation. We spent the whole day dealing with his trophies, cut glass crockery, curtains, kitchen counter repairs and tracking his beloved Apache. The night was dark and the moon was the only light when I went for the assemblage of my library.  I couldn’t help but marvel at the biblical books of medicine and my astounding  collection of novels, that I had hoarded all my life, look like relics in the museum. Amteshwar called out for me and I peeked at him with pride and contentment thr...
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Blind Date

My friends set me up on a blind date. They have been trying to, for a long time now. I finally agreed after being single for a while now. I reached the place almost 15 minutes before I was supposed to. It’s my thing. Anyway, I waited outside the reception for 15 minutes, nobody wants to look desperate. As I went inside, turns out, she too reached early and she did not want to seem desperate either. We began with a laugh. Since I was the keen Ted Mosby fan, I proposed, that we should not tell each other real names. She agreed to the mystery that I wanted to create. We started to talk, and we mostly did that. We ate and we talked. I noticed her beautiful black eyes. They were dark, but the good kind of dark. The kind of dark we want to get lost inside. The dark that fills the void. When she spoke, I did not want to stop her, her voice was so delicate. It was like music to my ears. The date went on fine. She shared her contact, and we texted for a while still not knowing the real names. The coming weekend, we met again. I identified her eyes instantly through the burkha she was wearing, you can not forget those eyes. She asked me if I was comfortable with her wearing a burkha. All I could still notice were those pitch-black eyes, and that soft, calm voice.
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