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.

© Vinitha Dileep


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

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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Gift #FictionMonday

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how else will you know if you are gifted or not,
if you dare not to open the present?

how else will you know if your gift is valuable or not,
if you never use it?

how else will you add more value to your gift,
if you never dare to share it with the world?

believe it or not,
you are gifted
believe it or not,
it’s time to use it, share it, and
be proud of it.

© Vinitha Dileep


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

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Miracle #FictionMonday

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you can forever search for a miracle with no luck
until you find happiness in just being alive,
soaking in the morning sun,
cherishing the little moments that pass by,
and not be in a haste to chase after those fleeting moments,
but let it pass by you
leaving you with nothing but gratitude,
for life simply is a miracle
to those who are willing to appreciate life
with a heart filled with gratitude. 

© Vinitha Dileep


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

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Summer #ThursdayTreeLove

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summer sprinkles a shine all around
making the flowers loaned from the spring smile even brighter
the freshly woven cobwebs bridging the flora reflect tantalizingly
like a carefully chosen piece of jewelry adorning the blooms
summer sprinkles a gorgeous glow all around
the fresh blossoms sometimes appear to be in a meditative prayer
summer shines fearlessly, making everything appear alluring in its glow
summer magic – irresistible and contagious!

© Vinitha Dileep


Joining Parul’s #ThursdayTreeLove with these lovely blooms captured during our summer holiday trip in California.

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

The Broken Kaleidoscope

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The broken kaleidoscope wasn’t reflecting darkness. Neither did it trap black spots.

The broken kaleidoscope reflected more colors with a vengeance.

Pieces of blue, pink, orange, green, yellow, and a mix of more colors. It sparkled brilliantly as the more broken pieces accumulated. 

Broken doesn’t have to mean losing the ability to shine. Often, being broken lets you show up without your shackles. Perhaps, when you thought you were broken, in fact, you broke off the chain that held you back letting you break free. 

Either way, it’s time to shine brightly without fear like the kaleidoscope. 

© Vinitha Dileep


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

Unbelievable Story #FictionMonday

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I have recounted this story many times before. Each time I add bits and pieces to the story to tweak it and spice it up, making it sound unbelievable, yet captivating. Without fail, my audience devoured the unbelievable story marveling at my storytelling abilities. 

But, I never dared to tell a soul the truth. How will tell anyone that it wasn’t a story? Will anyone believe me that in fact, it was not a story, but an incident that I experienced in reality?

Being a follower of my heart, I hardly listened to my parents or anyone else. So during that camping trip in the fall, when I wandered off from where we camped, I did that knowing that I was expected to do so. The path I followed took me to an unexpected turn of events. 

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Was it smoke or fog, I didn’t care. I was swallowed by the haze and could hardly see what lay ahead. The 14-year-old I was almost certain that this was a mistake. Maybe I shouldn’t have explored the uncharted territory all by myself. But it was too late to have a change of heart. I knew my eyes were welling up, but strangely tears didn’t touch my cheeks. To be honest, I had a feeling I was not visible in that weird place. I couldn’t touch my hands or body. I couldn’t see my own hands or legs. Even if my family came looking for me, how would have they spotted me if I was invisible? My heart let out a gasp and I screamed my lungs out. Did my terrifying voice cut through that thick haze of fog? I was not sure. 

Then, it appeared – a tiny flicker of light moved toward me as if it was held by someone. But there was no one carrying the lantern. I could see the lantern hanging in front of me nothing holding it or even touching it, but staying there supported by nothing but the haze. It moved slightly to my right and I took it as an indication to follow the lamp. The lantern moved again to my right and I followed the light, hoping that I would get out of that scary place. 

After walking for what seemed like hours, I saw familiar trees standing tall and leaves on the ground. At a distance, I could hear my elder brother calling out my name. I called back with great joy, tears rolling down my cheeks. I ran toward Steve calling out his name. Then I stopped to say thanks to the person carrying the lantern. But to my disappointment there was no person or lamp. 

Was it magic? Was it something evil? Who will believe my story? Unbelievable, isn’t it? 

© Vinitha Dileep


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This “fictional” piece is written in response to the one hundred and third edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘MAGIC’ 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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