#11. One Picture. One Story. || The Rain of Reconciliation

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    Even the best marriages hit rock bottom. One minute, you’re giggling intoxicatedly over drinks, combing your fingers through her hair, tickling her to death as she pleads for mercy , and the next, you’re burning with anger, as ready to walk out the door as you were walking out of your parents’ door, 15 years prior. The downfall comes by such surprise that the ground beneath your feet trembles and the foundations come perilously close to crumbling.

    Ever since he had opened his eyes that day, Dan had a nudging feeling at the back of his mind, the same feeling he always got when something bad was supposed to happen. His friends regarded it as his ’superpower’, but he knew better that it was a superpower or a death trap. Terming it as a false alarm, he shoved it away and got off the bed, absentmindedly prodding his feet on the sherry red carpeting, in the search for his slippers. As he turned around, Anna was still sleeping, unaware of the world and it’s business as usual. Bending, he rubbed her shoulder, in an effort to wake her up. As was the usual, she shoved him away, murmuring some unintelligible syllables, and if it was possible, buried herself even deeper among the silk covers.

#10. One Picture. One Story. || Suicidal.

No picture this time. No place to feast your eyes on except for the words that are being shared here. 

"Be brave and look at me in the eyes because I do exist, I do harm people in front of you, harm you, I do harm whole lives, whole families. I'm a bad choice even if some of you don't notice me."

 This is the tenth "One Picture. One Story", we are so happy of being part of this project, of seeing it grown to be, close to our hearts. Today we make an exception, for all those who are suffering and feeling alone, for all those who think they are alone, who think no one cares and who cry behind closed doors and hide behind long sleeves. Because we do care, your family cares, your friends care. This story we are posting here isn't ours to claim for, but since the moment we read it, we knew we had to share it. We really hope it reaches those who are in need of help, we really hope it helps them.

It's a story, heartbreaking, but a story. Source of the story: kittenzilla

Suicidal feelings.

Suicidal?

Don’t ever say no one cares.

#9. One Picture. One Story. || Familarity & Unfamiliarity

WARNING: Look carefully at this picture because it has so much to tell you.

 

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         Grabbing my coffee from the usual Starbucks, I started walking the way I had been travelling since I started working at Dr. Nelson’s office, two and a half years ago. The steam warming my face, I drew a calm breath. The Dr. was generous with my holidays, if not with the pay. It was n’t a much crowded road, but then the small town of Woodtread didn’t boast many people either. Some people found the atmosphere morose , but the quiet suited me. I could do without claustrophobia.

     

     It was n’t until I reached 'my' place that I broke out of my reverie. I had stumbled upon this lone piece of  scenic beauty and had been captivated ever since. I leaned across the railing and gazed at the sea spread below me. It was beautiful. My father who had been a marine biologist for 20 years before he passed, always said that you cannot just look at a sea. You gather it with your eyes and you can never let go of the memory again. Maybe it was the sea that had forced me not to leave this place when I was fresh out of college, hunting jobs and drinking way too much tequila.