Jaibala/ July 5, 2014/ Short Stories/ 8 comments

She could feel his breath on her neck, his arm wound around her tightly. She did not want him to know how much she was enjoying these moments of unabashed affection.

As he slowly leaned in to kiss her, the doorbell rang and she had to wake up to take the milk.

Wide awake now, she could not believe he had been gone for a month. She was learning to live without him, except for her dreams.


About Jaibala

Academically a Microbiologist, I am a Web Columnist for popular magazines and websites, Freelance Writer and a Blogger. Words define me and writing and reading compete to be the love of my life. My biggest belief is that there is something good in everything and I always looks to highlight the best in things. Creative writing is my forte.You can reach me by dropping a mail at contact@jaibalarao.com


  1. Its the dreams that haunt us.. mock us.. :-/
    I’m glad she is moving on.. the dreams will stop too but she has to let them stop.
    fabulously done in just 77 words Jai! You do have a way! 🙂

    1. We can control our dreams if we want to 🙂 Thank You 🙂

  2. Good story and so sad was just a dream..hehe:)

    1. Thanks Vishal. Yeah sad it was just a dream 🙂

  3. Very difficult to forget. . Especually in the dreams..
    And damn the milkman to ring the bell.. ..

    1. True. Especially in the dreams where our subconscious is in control. It is always the milkman early in the morning isnt it.

  4. Good story! Haunting indeed.

    1. *pinches self* You just made my day. 🙂

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