The side that opens, and the side that does the opening. Whether the door was locked or not, depends on the relationship between the two sides.
But then again, she stared at the door and imagined the room beyond – her room, her room of requirement, her panic room … her everywhere.
Only she knew the value of the place within – but for the others, it was mere brick and mortar. She knew of the emotions that this room possessed – for every time she was here, they were brought on to her. The room meant more than anything else to her since it was here that her life had been defined by her family as a child. And it was here that she had last seen them.
The room could no longer house people, not after the blast that made orphaned her and made the room, just brick, and mortar, devoid of emotions.
The room now existed, only in a photo.
/*Long time no post. This is a first of many to come in my plan to increase the number of posts I put up per week*/
Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Week (April 5 – April 11, 2015) – 170 words.
Vanakkam. Vandhanam. Namashkar. Swagatham. Hey there! In case you haven’t realised it yet, my name is Karthik and I love to write.
I had always longed to be a writer. Everyone who I knew and knew that I wanted to be a writer encouraged me to start a blog. But I never took the leap, plagued by my self-doubt best phrased as “Do I write good enough?”
This was running around in my head till one fine day, my professor at college made the class create individual blogs as part of a project and I decided I had postponed the blog enough.
My blog was born.
Sleeping with your dreams is fun, but living them out is the best life there is. Not many get to include their passion in their life, and thankfully, I can count myself among the lucky few. The support and love I receive on this blog has more than overwhelmed and answered the questions my self-doubt has held up to me.
* THANK YOU, DEAR READERS *
I now post on an almost regular basis on this blog. Check back and follow my blog for some great fiction and poetry that’s bound to interest you. And of course, rare rants about issues that I feel strongly about.
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