Charmaine deSouza
Literary Captain44Followers
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A writer, a thinker, a dreamer
- Mother Is Watching!Charmaine deSouza · 13 min read · 404 reads"When I die, I swear, I'm going to crawl out of my grave and haunt you for the rest of your life," was mother's favourite catchphrase.Horror
- Monsoon MagicMonsoon MagicCharmaine deSouza · 2 min read · 337 readsThe story is a memoir of the childhood memories in the monsoon.Children Stories
- One Night In HospitalOne Night In HospitalCharmaine deSouza · 3 min read · 425 readsOf course, we didn't know all the local stories about the place. We were new and we hadn't had time to meet enough people to piece the local beliefs and stories together.Drama
- Broken House, Broken DreamsBroken House, Broken DreamsCharmaine deSouza · 2 min read · 428 readsWe were close, you and me, we were one unit, a package. We were perfect. We built our own little world together where we were both safe.Drama
- Time, Tide, And DeathTime, Tide, And DeathCharmaine deSouza · 1 min read · 449 readsMy grandfather would always tell me that time and tide wait for no one...Tragedy
- Remembering ChildhoodRemembering ChildhoodCharmaine deSouza · 1 min read · 157 readsAs a child, I would rush out of the house to touch the rain. My friends and I would wait anxiously for our favourite ponds to fill up while we made sailboats from thermacol pieces, and bits of wood we would find lying around in our houses. Those were more fun to sail than our fancy toy boats. We'd put on gumboots, and raincoats and go splashing in the puddles. A week into the monsoons and our favourite ponds would be full. The deepest pond was two and a half feet. That was quite deep for a six year old. Equipped with rainwear and sailboats, we'd meet at the pond. We would wade in fearlessly just to sail our homemade boats and splash each other with water, not bothered in the least about the water snakes that swam around. Oh the epitome of innocence and fearlessness of childhood.Abstract
- These HandsThese HandsCharmaine deSouza · 1 min read · 132 readsOh my God! What have I done? These hands! My anger! Everything spiralled out of control. I didn't mean it, I swear. I - I don't know what to do now. Who do I call? This wasn't my fault or maybe it was. I was provoked. I was at the wrong place, at the wrong time. Some of the street lights were off. I'm on an empty highway. I should have remembered to charge my cell phone. Who would have thought I'd be stuck in the rain with a broken-down car? Who would have thought I'd get so frustrated changing a flat tyre that I'd end up smashing the car with my greasy crowbar? Now I'm stranded until break of dawn.Others
