Author Archives: Vinitha

Moon, Clouds, & the Nightsky #WordlessWednesday 94

06 Thursday Aug 2020

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Last night, when the clouds of gloom 
made its home in my mind
I saw the moon
hiding behind the fluffy clouds. 
Were they having a light banter?
Or sharing the secrets unknown to the humans?
Or simply playing hide and seek?
I could never guess!
But the moon behind the clouds
spread a glow that smeared 
the dark night in a beautiful glow,
fragments of which descended on my mind
brightening every nook and corner 
with its warmth and shine.
Perhaps, the moon was showing a downtrodden cloud 
how lovely it appeared,
how admiringly it was looked upon.
Disposing of my weariness may have been, after all,
just an aftereffect of lifting the spirits of the cloud.

Being moon must have multitudes of nobleness!

© Vinitha Dileep

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Unceremonious Separation #FictionMonday

30 Thursday Jul 2020

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The ash tree which stood majestically right outside Dana’s window showed signs of the impending change of season. In a few weeks, the tree would put on the prettiest shades of yellow and red, and soon will shed leaves revealing the branches in minimal covering.

She wondered if the tree felt somewhat shy in displaying its tentacles out in the open like that! Would it then crave for the company of leaves that blanketed the branches now, like she was craving for her favorite pals?

But then baring its soul is just a one season phenomenon for the tree. Unlike her, who was forced to coop inside her house since Spring brought new buds. The pandemic stopped her from visiting her favorite place, the library.

This new normal was stretching from season to season like the frigid limbs of a leafless tree extend with uncertainty as if it is frozen in time.

Dana’s heart ached to get back to the corridors of the library that held bookshelves carrying rows of books dear to her. She and her beloved companions would be separated for how many more seasons, who knew!

© Vinitha 2020

This Flash Fiction is written in response to the fourth edition of Fiction Monday – word prompt ‘SEASON’ 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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What I See #WordlessWednesday 93

29 Wednesday Jul 2020

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Red Rocks Amphitheater, Denver, Colorado

Any picture I look at
a message I see,
engraved just for me

Vastness,
different paths leading to the same destination,
the choice to admire,
the choice to move forward,

Messages are plenty

My favorite among all
is a chance to reflect
when I look for these notes
from the Universe.

Do you see a message looking for your glance?

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Journey #WordlessWednesday 92

22 Wednesday Jul 2020

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raindrops trickling
leaves swaying
the road ahead glistening with rays of hope
this too, a slice of life!

Life isn’t always stitched with grief and sorrows. There are these beautiful moments that grace our solemn days making them a tad enticing. And often these little moments of joy appear in the midst of our journey just like that. They can be overlooked as we hurry to our destination or can be tucked in our memory reservoir for another day as a priceless moment of relish.

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Twisted #FictionMonday

17 Friday Jul 2020

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It was a beautiful morning. Lexi loved taking a stroll in her garden on such crisp mornings.

She spotted the new bloom of rose shyly sprouting in the garden next to her other cherished roses of different colors. This yellow rose was her latest accomplishment.

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“Hey, you!” she ran her fingers over the little bud gently. ” Nice of you to join us. Welcome to my world, Daniel. Meet your predecessors Jake, Matt, Davis and Shawn. Shawn was my first.”

The soil where the roses sprouted hid the bodies of her dates safely.

© Vinitha 2020

This Flash Fiction is written in response to the word prompt ‘STROLL’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell. 🙂

New Beginning #FictionMonday

10 Friday Jul 2020

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I stood close by the church building admiring the beautiful day. A jolt of happiness enveloped me suddenly.

Indeed, today I’m happy beyond measure. I could feel those butterflies fluttering inside my stomach. After all, he is coming to see me today.

It was a long wait. I didn’t enjoy this never-ending wait. He had promised that he will come. But he failed to say when exactly. So I waited.

My intuition said that today is the day and it wasn’t a mere hope in vain. See, he is here. As soon as the ceremony is over, we will start our new life together, a life in eternity in this cemetery!

© Vinitha 2020

This Flash Fiction is written in response to the above picture prompt hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell. 🙂

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Something Imperfect #WordlessWednesday 91

08 Wednesday Jul 2020

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I have been staring at this photo at intervals for the past 48 hours to come up with a couple of lines to accompany this capture. All in vain!

Every time I look at this picture my musings shift.

At first it gave me an ethereal feeling. On a second look, it gave me an eerie vibe. After that my mind is running back and forth between these two impressions.

Where is this picture taking you to? I’m curious to know. 

i slash all the words in my head
- nothing fits the picture
perhaps, these unfitting words
are the ones that suit
this imperfect picture?

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End or Beginning #FictionMonday

02 Thursday Jul 2020

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The blank page stared at him. It could very well be accepted as a sign to end his writing career before it even started. 
He sighed. 
A blank page is also a sign to write something, he decided. 
That was the beginning of his writing career. 

© Vinitha

This Five Sentence Fiction is written in response to the prompt ‘Sign‘ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell. 🙂

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Just a View #WordlessWednesday 90

01 Wednesday Jul 2020

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It’s a beautiful world all around us
All we need is the ability to open our eyes and see

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Surprise #FictionMonday

26 Friday Jun 2020

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Fiction Monday

The curtain swayed as the air conditioning unit came to life. Athira opened her eyes. It was still dark outside. She let out a sigh of relief. Her headache didn’t subside and she didn’t want to wake up yet.

As she closed her eyes in an effort to go back to sleep, she heard a noise again. These nights without Raj made her uncomfortable. But this being yet another trip that her husband couldn’t avoid, she had to endure yet another night alone.

The door creeked open gently. Athira alarmingly sat up on her bed.

“Did I wake you up, Amma? Oh no! I’m sorry! I wanted it to be a surprise to you!” Her seven-year-old son, Athul was disappointed.

“What happened, dear? Are you okay?” She replied.

Athul slowly placed the breakfast tray in front of her on the bed. “Happy birthday, Amma!”

More than the heart meticulously crafted on the bread, she was moved by her son’s gesture. He woke up early to make sure that his mom will get his present first thing that day.

This fiction is written for #FictionMonday based on the below image prompt by the fabulous Shilpa Gupte hosted at Reflections by yours truly.

Photo by Shilpa Gupte
Photo by Shilpa Gupte