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Winning Stories from the #CompleteTheStory Challenge

Years later they met at a cafe, silence lingering between them. It was a reunion of their batch today. This cafe had been their favourite hangout spot. This was the very place where their friendship had blossomed, where a love story began and ended on a sour note.
She looked into his eyes. There was pain and sadness. She yearned to erase all the worries that were weighing him down. He looked into her eyes. All he saw was the need to be loved. He had heard about her bitter divorce. She appeared shattered.
Both of them smiled at each other letting their eyes do all the talking today
– Suveera Bellary Kusnur

Years later, they met at a cafe, the silence lingering between them. She was there with her daughter, a little girl with black piercing eyes. As soon as she saw him, her eyes misted, her heartbeat stilled and picked up the pace.
When their eyes met, she remembered her sharp rejection and break up and her piercing words to him ” I can’t marry you, because you are in the armed force. What will happen to me if something happens to you?”
Today she was a widow, losing her husband in a road accident, looking for a job to support both of them. She wished she could go back in time to erase her words.
– Umayal Subramaniam

Years later, they met at a cafe, silence lingering between them. Their eyes met once but flitted away immediately.
Later, M inched her gaze towards R and enquired, “What brings you here? Hadn’t you run away to the US?”
R’s embarrassing demeanor was now overtaken with angst, “I asked you too, but you chickened out!”
“It was too messy, R. It was not our time.” M sighed.
“Time will never be perfect, dear. It’s we who’ve to make it right.” R said stroking M’s palm.
Slowly, they got up and walked out hand in hand with a spring in their step. The pallu’s of their sarees swayed gently in the evening breeze, commemorating their new lease of life.
– Sukhvinder Bakshi

Years later, they met at a café’ silence lingering between them. She had become old and thin, her bones more prominent than ever, her wrinkled skin telling stories of yesteryears. She was trying very hard to hold back her tears through her wide framed glasses.
With a deep sigh, he asked, “Why did you do this?
I lived all these years in the orphanage thinking that I have no one.
Oh! How I had yearned to be loved and to call someone my own! Father Gabriel told me just before his death about you, my biological mother.”
His voice quivered, his eyes watered and his hands trembled as he leaned to hug her, crying aloud “Oh mother”
– Lalita Vaitheeswaran

Years later, they met at a cafe, silence lingering between them, their eyes spoke a million words,
“Though aged, she smells the same”, he whispered, “he still exudes the charm, despite his pallor”, she thought,
suddenly, she felt a push and fell over him, a mesmerizing moment feeling each other’s breath, his magical touch captivated her, bothering about none, they continued being as one, but soon she was grabbed away, he couldn’t stop her, nor she could retaliate, tears flowed, their hope to meet again lingers on, a love story of the hand bag and table goes way beyond…
– Sandy Kesavan

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