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My attempt to write daily this year |
All my writing for "Daily Writing Challenge" 
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| Kamal became the gentle curator of their new peace. He lifted Rayyan onto the bed for stories, his voice a bridge where their two silences could meet. He kept a photo of Rayyan’s first mother on the shelf, speaking of her with a quiet, loving ease. Munira never interrupted these moments. One evening, as Kamal worked late, the old anxiety threatened. Munira knelt with an old photo album. “Show me,” she whispered. He crawled into her lap, a warm, trusting weight. He pointed to a picture of a woman in a garden. “Maa,” he said, clear as water. Munira’s heart stuttered. Then his finger moved to a recent picture of the three of them at the zoo. He looked up, his dark eyes holding hers. “Munu,” he stated, his own name for her, solid as stone. It was not a replacement, but a new, distinct star in his firmament. She held him close, breathing in the scent of baby shampoo and belonging. Her place was built, not over a shadow, but beside a memory. (Word Count: 175) |
| Chapter Three Weeks passed, measured in silent routines. Munira learned that Rayyan hated peas, loved the yellow crayon best, and would watch the rickshaws from the balcony with solemn focus. She began to leave his favorite yellow mug by his plate each morning. He never thanked her, but he always used it. Then, one sweltering afternoon, Kamal was late. Rayyan’s anxious pacing by the door tightened into quiet, gasping sobs Munira had never heard. Instinct bypassed protocol. She sank to her knees, not reaching for him, but simply opening her arms in silent offer, a harbor if he chose it. He stood frozen, tears cutting clean tracks through the dust on his cheeks. The city’s noise faded to a hum. For a full minute, they remained in that fragile standstill. Finally, with a shuddering sigh, he took one step forward, then another, and let his forehead rest against her shoulder. Her arms closed around him, gentle as the monsoon dusk. She hummed a half-remembered lullaby, her own tears falling silently into his hair. Kamal found them there, a new, quiet constellation formed in his absence. Total words:150 |
| Chapter Two The rain settled into a permanent rhythm over Dhaka. Munira navigated her new life with careful quiet, a satellite orbiting the small, grieving planet of the boy. She prepared his food, laid out his clothes, but her hands never reached to pick him up. Kamal was the bridge, his laughter a constant, warm sound in the apartment. The first shift was small. A week after the wedding, Rayyan, building a tower of blocks, fumbled one. It rolled to a stop against Munira’s knee as she read on the floor. He stared, waiting. Slowly, she nudged it back. He took it, his tiny fingers brushing hers. No smile, but no retreat. The tower grew higher. Total 125 words |
| Of Patience and Petrichor The air in the small apartment was heavy with humidity and the faint, clean scent of the sandalwood oil the groom had worn. Munira, just twenty-two, sat perfectly still on the edge of the new bed, her crimson sari a bright, unfamiliar blaze in the quiet room. The murmured voices of the marriage official and her new husband, Kamal, were a distant sound from the front room. Her entire world had narrowed to the small, furious tempest by the door. Rayyan, two years old, was a knot of anguish, his small hands fisted in the white fabric of his father’s trouser leg, his face hidden. He had cried himself into a exhausted, hiccupping silence, having rejected all offerings of toys and sweets. Now, he simply radiated a profound, wordless heartbreak. Munira watched, her own nervousness settling into a deep, patient ache. Kamal looked over the boy’s head, his expression warm and apologetic. Munira met his eyes and gave a small, firm nod. This was not a conquest, but a slow unfolding. Outside, the first heavy drops of the afternoon rain began to fall, a steady promise against the window. We will learn this sky together, she thought, her gaze resting on the child’s trembling back. However long it takes. Total:100 words |
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