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Quiet Conversations




It was going on for quite a few weeks now. The lady and her husband were always talking in hushed tones, alert and looking around to ensure no one was eavesdropping.
Being tiny has its own benefit; I can hide safely behind the lady’s thick curtains and listen.
The quiet conversations between the kind lady and her rude husband had increased ever since they had brought in that gagged little girl. Will she join with the rest of us slaves or be sold off to that bearded man who had come to look at her when they brought her home?


This post is in response to Corinne's prompt at Everyday Gyaan for the 100 Words on Saturday blog hop she is hosting.

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  1. Excellent write. what can be said in just a hundred words.

    Yvonne.

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    1. The theme and the word limit got me thinking for some time

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  2. As always you come up with great ideas. Short and crisp :)

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    1. Thank you Sri. How come no posts for so long? Taking rest? :)

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  4. U tell a long story in so less words !

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    1. When I started writing this, I had no idea how it would turn out to be. Now I'm glad :D

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  5. That's a brilliant story, Bhavya!

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  6. Like Shilpa said, this is brilliant and yet so sad.

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  7. Gosh, that feels very sad, Bhavya! Great piece!

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  8. 100 words, beautiful story. Respect!

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  9. Respect for spinning such a beautiful story in the word-limit. I can never get myself to do the word-limit ones.

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    1. I'm sure you will do a good job of it, try na ;)

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    1. Thank you. Why don't you consider joining in? :)

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  11. Whew!!! Finally, I can comment!!
    Beautifully expressed :-)

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    1. He he :) Thank you for taking all the pain :)

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  12. Beautiful portrayal, gave me the creeps

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  13. yikers!!! Looking forward to . . whatever comes next.

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  14. amazing narration in few sentences ..Kudos to u !

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  15. Quite a different take on quiet conversations. But as always you weave an interesting tale.

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  16. So much said in 100 words. Sad but true.

    http://www.heresmysay.com/100-words-on-saturday-quiet-conversation/

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  17. Being very extravagant with words which scares off readers.. I am really spell bound with your strong story and message which has been weaved in 100 words. I have to learn from you.

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    1. Thank you for being so kind with your words. I am glad you enjoyed the story :)

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  18. Great little piece! It's hard to spin suspense into 100 words, and you've done it.

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    1. Why don't you join us the next time? I'm sure you will have a tale of your own to share.

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