Impression #FictionMonday

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Keerthi moved closer to the window for a better view. She could barely see the beautiful purple flowers from up her balcony. Shekhar loved the view from their 22nd floor apartment. But she could hardly enjoy the isolation. That’s how she felt. Isolated from everything. 

Everything that infused life in her was on the ground floor. Up there in the penthouse, she was alone, nursing her solitary existence in a pristine apartment while her husband raced to meet deadlines at work.

She remembered how she felt when she first saw this house. The huge apartment and seclusion suffocated her then. It has continued to do so every day since.  But Shekhar was impressed with his find. 

Keerthi wished she would have never agreed to buy the apartment. 

Her first impression left a lasting impression on her. She couldn’t fall in love with the house or its location. Neither could she love her life any more away from everything that made her smile for no reason.

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© Vinitha Dileep


This flash fiction piece is written in response to the one hundred and thirtieth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt – IMPRESS and the above picture prompt hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.

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Begin #FictionMonday

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All that matters is today you are here
and today, you can begin again. 
And if you fail today,
remember, tomorrow is yet another day
to begin, again.

© Vinitha Dileep


This flash fiction piece is written in response to the one hundred and thirtieth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt – BEGIN hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.

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Muse #FictionMonday

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We are in the phase of our relationship where we are drifting apart slowly. I don’t even catch her looking at me absentmindedly. She doesn’t care that I am here, waiting for her. 

If she doesn’t want me, I don’t want her either. Mumbled my adamant mind.

But, the truth is I need her more than I like to admit. I can only hope that she needs me too. But that’s a bit stretched even in my wildest imagination. My heart craved for one of those casual glances she often threw my way. 

I need her, that’s the simple truth. Maybe, it’s time to put aside my ego and go after her. My persistence might pay off someday. After all, I can’t survive as a writer by parting ways with my muse. I want to be held captive by my muse.

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This flash fiction piece is written in response to the one hundred and twenty-ninth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt – MUSE hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.

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Ink #FictionMonday

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The blank page looked perfect in the absence of scribbles. No marks to tarnish its appearance.

But the blanker the page was, the messier my mind felt. The blobs of ink that refused to make its mark on the paper, left scratches on my mind mercilessly. I sat in front of my writing journal drenched in the invisible ink that I kept away from the page. 

My hand trembled under the weight of the pen. Or was it from the lingering musings? 

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This flash fiction piece is written in response to the one hundred and twenty-seventh edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt – INK hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.

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Excitement #FictionMonday

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Today is a special day. Today I am getting a new friend. Don’t get me wrong, I love playing with Jack. But when he goes to school, I am all alone at home.

Once my new pup friend gets here, I will never be alone. I hope he is excited as much as I am! 

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This flash fiction piece is written in response to the one hundred and twenty-sixth edition of Fiction Monday for the above picture prompt hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.

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Fall #FictionMonday

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There was a certain delight in the way the flower petal fell to the ground. A rush, an excitement, a purposefulness, a helplessness.

That’s all I wanted to experience. That delight.

My motionless body failed to capture the purposefulness.

© Vinitha Dileep


This five sentence fiction piece is written in response to the one hundred and twenty-third edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘FALL’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.

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Woods #ThursdayTreeLove

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Appalachian trail in Shenandoah National Park, Virginia

woods aren’t always dark and cold,
not when they filter the sunlight in
and let the breeze hug you
not when they shed their leaves around you
as if they are conversing with you!

woods aren’t always dark and deep,
not when they keep an eye out for you
and promise to be there waiting for you
when you are done with your quest
as if they are the friends you sought always!

woods aren’t always dark and cold,
not when they safeguard your secrets
and let you continue your journey in peace
not when they listen to your stories
as if there is no one else in the world!

woods aren’t always dark and deep,
not when they offer a home away from home
and trails leading to a better clarity
not when you find a piece of you
among the rustle of leaves!

© Vinitha Dileep


Joining #ThursayTreeLove hosted at happiness and food by Parul this week.

Unwelcome Pause #FictionMonday

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Unwelcome Pause #FictionMonday

Sara couldn’t sleep that night. Usually, it was the noise from her daughter’s room that kept her up late in the night. 

But now, things have changed. 

She could hear the air moving around her. The pin-drop silence blared in her ears in full volume stopping her from sleeping. 

Her life seemed to be in a forever pause without her daughter in the next room. Sara has to reinvent her life as an empty nester single parent.

© Vinitha Dileep


This flash fiction piece is written in response to the one hundred and twenty-first edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘PAUSE’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.

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Home #ThursdayTreeLove

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A cute nest spotted in Washington, DC
where one's heart is,
where one feels safe,
where one is free to be themselves,
where one can rest peacefully,
that's home. 

This picture is clicked during our visit to Washington, DC in the first week of October. The hustle and bustle of this place is incredible, so are the gorgeous historic buildings. A pair of eyes seemed too few to soak in the beauty of Washington DC. Amidst the hustle and bustle, we spotted this cozy nest in front of the Smithsonian National Museum of Natural History. It was indeed a serene sight.

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Yesterday #FictionMonday

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those cherished memories -  
smearing fragrances, 
spilling colors,
in today's pages. 

yesterday, a page written in the past - 
forgotten memories,
lost moments,
all safe in the past.
Yesterday – Poem

© Vinitha Dileep


This piece is written in response to the one hundred and sixteenth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘YESTERDAY’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.

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