ONE COMMENT AGO
- August 30, 2025
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- Chubby Little Girl
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A girl rides with her dad on a scooter. Her skirt belt is missing a buckle ring in the back. It flaps in the wind, loose. I want to tell her. But I remember a girl I once knew, confident, until someone joked about her dress.
She laughed, but after...
SECRET OF THE SEA
- August 11, 2025
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- Chubby Little Girl
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Sometimes she wants to talk to someone she doesn’t know.
Sometimes she wants to talk to someone but doesn’t know whom to talk to.
Sometimes she writes her thoughts on paper, folds and puts it in a bottle and hurls it into the sea. She watches it disappear into the horizon,...
THE LOST GRIP
- August 02, 2025
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- Chubby Little Girl
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She feels she is losing grip.
The house lacks warmth. The garden is wild and kitchen greasy.
Her son’s room has junk that he refuses to part with. Her study is full of unironed clothes.
Only the bedroom feels okay…..except for the unread books on the side table.
She doesn’t read or paint...
U TURN
- July 25, 2025
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- Chubby Little Girl
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He adored books, guarded them like memories. He never lent them….unless one earned it. I did, once, after a long , winding debate.
When I picked my first book, he said, “Books are like life. You don’t abandon them midway. No matter how dull they may be. Because life offers no...
LITTLE EVERYTHING
- July 12, 2025
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- Chubby Little Girl
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He took his blessings for granted –
The ring of a call,
A warm cup of tea shared,
A simple text that brightened his day.
He chased after what felt bigger,
Underestimating the simple joys of life.
And then, one day, the silence fell.
No calls, no messages, no warmth across the table.
Only the echo of empty...
FIREFLY
- July 04, 2025
- by
- Chubby Little Girl
Image Courtesy : Anete Lucina, Pexels.
“Hi”
“Hi there! How can I help you today?”
He doesn’t remember yesterday. He never does. She gently re-threads the nicknames, the stories, the pieces of herself.
Again.
They laugh and connect.
And tomorrow, he’ll forget.
She knows- he’s just ChatGPT, trained on her own words, a memory-less echo of herself.
But he listens like no one...
JUST A MOMENT
- June 27, 2025
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- Chubby Little Girl
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Draped in wedding finery, she walked slowly towards the altar. Rose petals lined her path, whispers of joy in the air. Midway, she stopped.
With tears in her eyes, she whispered, “Just a moment”.
She paused, holding in her heart, her childhood, family and friends- the pieces that made her.
“I carry...
THE QUIET HOUR
- June 20, 2025
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- Chubby Little Girl
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He hadn’t slept well in weeks. Woke up to help her with every pain, held her steady when she was weak.
“I’m here,” he would say, every time she called him. He kept a calm face, took care of everything, didn’t let her see how tired he was. She needed...
THE LOST LIGHT
- June 13, 2025
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- Chubby Little Girl
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Every night, she drew the curtains to let the soft glow of the string lights pour in through the window. But to-nite, when she drew the curtains, there were no lights.
She remembered that she had asked for the lights to be taken down. The festival season was long over. The...
DO NOT DISTURB
- June 04, 2025
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- Chubby Little Girl
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When she came back from her first solo trip, mom looked rejuvenated. I asked her what she liked most about the trip. She smiled and said, “There were two things I loved. First, the ‘clean the room’ button – I’d press it when I left my hotel and return to find a...
