Bhavya Kaushik
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The Other Side of the Bed
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2013
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Seeking Human Kindness
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2014
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The Second Life
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2014
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Kaleidoscope: Different Strokes for Different Folks
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2013
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Her Story
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The Infinite Equinox
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The Bullied Anthologies: Stories of Success
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2015
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Curtain Call
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Drenched Souls: Moonlit Matinee 2
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Remember Me. Forget Me.
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“Do you know that feeling - The feeling of being alive and dead, both at the same time? When it seems like you are just going through with different notions of life, without actually living it. I do, I know that feeling very well. I live with it, eat with it and often sleep with it.”
― The Other Side of the Bed
― The Other Side of the Bed
“I believe that sometimes, the moment you say goodbye could be as painful as a lifetime worth of pain that you can experience while living with the memories of your loved ones. I couldn’t stop myself from hallucinating about all those things that could have happened, while you were walking away from me today. I stopped walking and turned my head, expecting for you to do the same. I stayed there, motionless, and waited – for you to turn once, to smile, or wave. But you didn’t. You just continued walking away from me, while I stayed there watching your silhouette becoming smaller, and smaller with time, until it disappeared completely. There was nothing else to wait.
“What happened?” she asked me when I turned my head again towards the platform.
“She let me go, finally,” was all I could say.”
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“What happened?” she asked me when I turned my head again towards the platform.
“She let me go, finally,” was all I could say.”
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“When a husband loses his wife, they call him a widower. When a wife loses her husband, they call her a widow. And when somebody’s parents die, they call them an orphan. But there is no name for a parent, a grieving mother, or a devastated father who have lost their child. Because the pain behind the loss is so immeasurable and unbearable, that it cannot be described in a single word. It just cannot be described.”
― The Other Side of the Bed
― The Other Side of the Bed
“Do you know that feeling - The feeling of being alive and dead, both at the same time? When it seems like you are just going through with different notions of life, without actually living it. I do, I know that feeling very well. I live with it, eat with it and often sleep with it.”
― The Other Side of the Bed
― The Other Side of the Bed
“I feel like, I was going somehow with my life, holding myself together and then these blasts happened, and then suddenly I was paralyzed. I was not able to move, or to even hold myself intact. As if like I was fallen into this unconscious state, of eternal sleep. When I was asleep, somebody came and disassembled me into thousands of pieces and then hurriedly put me back together in a second, losing some of my pieces on the ground, or placing some of them incorrectly – you know, that kind of feeling”
“How do you feel?” She added. Apparently, she was asking me back everything.
“I’m still not able to sleep on her side of the bed” I faked a smile.”
― The Other Side of the Bed
“How do you feel?” She added. Apparently, she was asking me back everything.
“I’m still not able to sleep on her side of the bed” I faked a smile.”
― The Other Side of the Bed
“When a husband loses his wife, they call him a widower. When a wife loses her husband, they call her a widow. And when somebody’s parents die, they call them an orphan. But there is no name for a parent, a grieving mother, or a devastated father who have lost their child. Because the pain behind the loss is so immeasurable and unbearable, that it cannot be described in a single word. It just cannot be described.”
― The Other Side of the Bed
― The Other Side of the Bed
“I believe that sometimes, the moment you say goodbye could be as painful as a lifetime worth of pain that you can experience while living with the memories of your loved ones. I couldn’t stop myself from hallucinating about all those things that could have happened, while you were walking away from me today. I stopped walking and turned my head, expecting for you to do the same. I stayed there, motionless, and waited – for you to turn once, to smile, or wave. But you didn’t. You just continued walking away from me, while I stayed there watching your silhouette becoming smaller, and smaller with time, until it disappeared completely. There was nothing else to wait.
“What happened?” she asked me when I turned my head again towards the platform.
“She let me go, finally,” was all I could say.”
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“What happened?” she asked me when I turned my head again towards the platform.
“She let me go, finally,” was all I could say.”
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