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Quiet Conversations

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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. AnonymousMay 6, 2013 at 1:20 PM

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

    Yvonne.

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    1. Bhavya NMay 6, 2013 at 2:15 PM

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

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  2. AnonymousMay 6, 2013 at 3:27 PM

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

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  3. Sridevi 1974May 6, 2013 at 3:50 PM

    Loved this Bhavya :)

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    1. Bhavya NMay 6, 2013 at 3:56 PM

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

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  4. Afshan ShaikMay 6, 2013 at 4:17 PM

    U tell a long story in so less words !

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    1. Bhavya NMay 7, 2013 at 10:25 AM

      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. Shilpa GargMay 6, 2013 at 4:23 PM

    That's a brilliant story, Bhavya!

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  6. Corinne RodriguesMay 6, 2013 at 6:13 PM

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

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  7. Vidya SuryMay 6, 2013 at 6:57 PM

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

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  8. eNMay 6, 2013 at 7:35 PM

    100 words, beautiful story. Respect!

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  9. eNMay 6, 2013 at 7:46 PM

    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. Bhavya NMay 7, 2013 at 10:33 AM

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

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  10. Kate @ Another Clean SlateMay 6, 2013 at 8:12 PM

    Wow! Quite a story in so few words!

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    1. Bhavya NMay 7, 2013 at 10:34 AM

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

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  11. pixieMay 7, 2013 at 10:37 AM

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

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    1. Bhavya NMay 7, 2013 at 10:41 AM

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

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  12. BhagyashreeMay 7, 2013 at 11:27 AM

    Beautiful portrayal, gave me the creeps

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  13. MaggidMay 7, 2013 at 4:35 PM

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

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  14. AnonymousMay 7, 2013 at 5:37 PM

    amazing narration in few sentences ..Kudos to u !

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  15. Easwar ArumugamMay 7, 2013 at 10:04 PM

    beautiful narration.like it

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  16. UnknownMay 8, 2013 at 1:19 AM

    Beautiful! :)

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  17. SuzyMay 8, 2013 at 3:10 PM

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

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  18. AnonymousMay 8, 2013 at 8:07 PM

    So much said in 100 words. Sad but true.

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

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  19. Chapters From My LifeMay 9, 2013 at 12:22 PM

    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. Bhavya NMay 9, 2013 at 1:56 PM

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

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  20. KristenMay 12, 2013 at 7:14 PM

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

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    1. Bhavya NMay 13, 2013 at 3:50 PM

      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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