Pause. Think. Overthink. Hesitate—for what?to speak your truth?such a simple word,yet so hard to say—No. No stands firm,fearless and whole.no justifications needed,a sentence—wild and free. Say no with no guilt whatsoever,create space to breathewhen mindless yesesbegin to suffocate you. Find power in staying true,show self-love by claiming your space.exercise your right to say no,say it … More The Freedom of No #FictionMonday
Welcome to the two hundred and forty-fourth edition of Fiction Monday. “It is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in the broken world.” —Mary Oliver Stories From Last Week Metamorphosis by SarahNothing Wrong Will Happen by MadhaviWrong Again! by Vinitha Fiction Monday Word Prompt – FREE The idea is simple―to write. On Mondays, I … More Fiction Monday – 244
“Wrong again!” Arya quipped, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. “Hmph! How am I getting so many questions wrong? Are you tricking me?” Shanti huffed, folding her arms in mock frustration. Arya giggled. “No, Amma, I’m not tricking you. But you were absolutely right when you said you don’t know anything … More Wrong Again!
A sepia-toned swatch of moments from yesterdaysplaying in my mind’s courtyard,serenading my today—a quiet, tireless hum enveloping. Memories gather—soft echoes of what was,a distant glow of the past inviting meto go back in time andlinger a moment longer,past, where I sometimes seek refuge,and sometimes, find one. I reach for the warmth of voices once near,the … More Listening to the Hum of the Past #poem #FictionMonday
Welcome to the two hundredth and forty-third edition of Fiction Monday. “Whether you’re keeping a journal or writing as a meditation, it’s the same thing. What’s important is you’re having a relationship with your mind.” — Natalie Goldberg Stories From Last Week Past by SulekhaThe Swami Who Erases the Past Karma by MadhaviThe past… was! by Suzana Fiction … More Fiction Monday – 243
Rain is a feeling, gentle and sweet,even if it is mere raindrops flirting with your windowpane.It fills your soul with tingling warmth,a sensation only rain can evoke. It empties the void,inviting nostalgia into the crevices of your mind.Rain is meant to be felt,with passion, every now and then. It rained this weekend. The week began with scattered droplets, teasing us with the memory of rain — something mostly absent … More It Rained Yesterday #Poem
Welcome to the two hundredth and forty-second edition of Fiction Monday. “Kind words do not cost much. Yet they accomplish much.” —Blaise Pascal Stories From Last Week Whole Again by Shilpa GargBelonging to the whole by SuzanaThe Only One in the Whole World by MadhaviPieces of Me by VinithaEmbracing Wholeness: A Journey of a Lifetime by Esha Fiction Monday … More Fiction Monday – 242
Every piece of me is just as importantas the whole of me.For what would the whole of me bewithout all the pieces of me? Treasure the pieces of you,the ones you proudly showand the ones you hide away.For each piece, big or small,makes you whole. © Vinitha Dileep This piece is written in response to the two … More Pieces of Me #FictionMonday
Welcome to the two hundredth and forty-first edition of Fiction Monday. “Sometimes rejection in life is really redirection.” —Tavis Smiley Stories From Last Week Mahashivratri: A Festival or Just Another Day? by AnamikaThe Festival of Muggu by MadhaviMy Favorite Festivals by BalakaSpring is here by SuzanaIn Solitude by Vinitha Fiction Monday Word Prompt – WHOLE The idea is simple―to write. … More Fiction Monday – 241
He felt as if he were inhaling silence as the quietness swallowed him. Usually, this was the moment he cherished—the peace, the stillness. But now, it felt empty. Echoes of laughter and scattered fragments of memories whimpered in the hollow aftermath of a festival once grand in its majesty. What was celebration without someone to … More In Solitude #FictionMonday
Void Thoughts 