Bombay Rains

Became friends, sustained friendship, fought, argued, made up and learnt tolerance. Plus, we all love pretty pictures of ourselves :)

So, as usual, my parents in an attempt to gain publicity for my not-so-good writing wanted me to send in an entry for the Eastern Region Defense magazine thingy. Their way of motivating me to do the same- "People actually read this magazine honey!" Now, whoever said that parents don't say the right things. Anyhow, it started this morning and I spent the last 4 hours trying to pick one non-depressing story that people will get. My only instructions. Nothing about abuse, sex or death. That ruled out 80% of my writing. Now, before you go away screaming, not all of it is depressing. I wrote some fantasy-genre-imagination-magical realism-type stories too which can be found here- http://byrdyee.blogspot.com/2011/04/candy-castle.html  and here; http://byrdyee.blogspot.com/2011/10/dreams-of-cherie.html but seemingly I was high while writing this. I remember very little. So, it came down to three stories. One was about death (I write about nothing else, whatdoIdo?!);

She had always been a normal sort. Not given to too many fancies. As she grew, this grew with her. She was never known to ruffle too many feathers, till the end of her life. Even as she lay, breathing her last, all that she thought of was the uneventful blur that was her life. But one thing that she was never given to share, one thing that in her heart would always remain hers and hers alone, was her bed. This wasn’t philosophical or metaphorical. She hadn’t taken any secret vow to join a nunnery or anything. Her bed was something she thought of in the most absolute, literal sense. She spoke of her four-poster, with its chipped post and creaky hinges. Her bed was something that no one else could lay claim to. It was her inner sanctum, her place of absolute privacy and was designed to appear just as that. It was arranged with numerous cushions and a single, solitary pillow; a sign as clear as any that screamed loudly- ‘only one allowed’. A single bed sheet, a single blanket. In t