Vinitha Dileep is a lover of words who found solace in writing and rewriting software codes until life took a turn and laid the path to writing poems every day. You can read her affair with words at Void Thoughts (http://thevoidthoughts.com)
Welcome to the two hundred and eighty eighth edition of Fiction Monday.
“Being free is being able to accept people for what they are, and not try to understand all they are or be what they are.” —Maya Angelou … More Fiction Monday – 288
Sometimes, all you can do is wait. But for how long? The wait can stretch on forever. The “right time” hardly ever stops by to knock on your door, letting you know the wait is over and it’s time to get on with your life. … More Living or Waiting
Welcome to the two hundred and eighty seventh edition of Fiction Monday.
“Be the change you want to see in the world.” —Mahtma Gandhi … More Fiction Monday – 287
A never-ending island
drifting away
into the abyss,
carrying just me—
filled with
pain,
anguish,
and defeat.
That’s grief. … More Grief and Healing
“The secret of your future is hidden in your daily routine.” – Mike Murdock
I don’t know exactly what awaits me in the future. I have made many plans, yet I often find them difficult to execute in the present. … More Of Unfinished Dreams and Daily Routines
Welcome to the two hundred and eighty fifth edition of Fiction Monday.
“The best way to make your dreams come true is to wake up.” —Paul Valery … More Fiction Monday – 286
If you look at it calmly,
you will see—
life is full of
lessons in disguise.
Most of them
are on repeat,
as if
they refuse
to leave our side. … More Lessons In Disguise
“What you get by achieving your goals is not as important as what you become by achieving your goals.” — Zig Ziglar … More 2026 Word of the Year
Welcome to the two hundred and eighty fourth edition of Fiction Monday.
“Recognizing that you are not where you want to be is a starting point to begin changing your life.” —Deborah Day … More Fiction Monday – 285
The path appeared out of nowhere. Megha stopped in her tracks. Where had this trail come from? Every morning she jogged along this same road, yet she had never seen this new path before. … More Echoes of a Dream
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