09 Wednesday Jun 2021
Posted in Poem, Wordless Wednesday
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photo, poem, poetry, ThursdayTreeLove, Verses, Wordless Wednesday
the splash of color
sprinkling smiles on faces
the allure of blooms
dousing hearts with joy
the vibrancy of the nature
nourishing the soul
© Vinitha 2021
Linking up with #WordlessWednesday hosted by Natasha & #ThursdayTreeLove hosted by Parul.
01 Tuesday Jun 2021
Posted in Fiction
Her life was built on the foundation of false promises.
Everything was fine, she pretended. But it made her uneasy how easily she could pretend. However, a life where she could be herself away from the prying eyes was easy to fall in love with.
In her heart, she knew double life was the only way she could be herself.
© Vinitha 2021
Picture courtesy mohamed Hassan from Pixabay
This fictional piece is written in response to the forty-eighth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt HEART hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
28 Sunday Mar 2021
Posted in Fiction
The path ahead seemed rather dark, Seema mused. There is no clarity, no sense of direction. But she had to keep going as if she knows her way around rather well.
The thought scared her.
She never had any idea about how to move forward or what to do. But it was okay. She was alone. Now everything has changed. A tiny life is depending on her.
The little baby cooed in her arms as though knowing her thoughts. That precious smile melted her heart instantly.
“We will figure it out, right darling?” The baby cooed again in agreement. “As long as you have the confidence I’m okay, my dear.” Seema smiled.
Life is twisted! As clueless as she was, she was happy too. Life sure is twisted!
© Vinitha 2021
This fictional piece is written in response to the thirty-eighth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt TWIST and the above picture prompt hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
13 Saturday Mar 2021
Posted in Fiction
Today is special, her mind kept repeating. Jenna hadn’t had this excited in a long while.
The empty seats will be occupied. The incessant chatter will resume. And that heavenly coffee smell will envelop the cafe once again.
After a long break her cafe will come to life again today.
All will be right in her world again.
© Vinitha 2021
This fictional piece is written in response to the thirty-fourth 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.
12 Friday Mar 2021
Posted in Poem, Wordless Wednesday
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photo, poem, poetry, ThursdayTreeLove, tree, Wordless Wednesday
“But in the end one needs more courage to live than to kill himself.”
― Albert Camus
the world is the oasis
to grow or wither
for a seed, a sapling, or a tree
today, I’m a lucky survivor
tomorrow, cast a shade for some, perhaps!
© Vinitha 2021
Linking up with #WordlessWednesday hosted by Natasha & #ThursdayTreeLove hosted by Parul.
23 Tuesday Feb 2021
Posted in Fiction
How could she break her promise just like that! The more he thought about it, his agitation grew.
Granted, he wasn’t around. He was always busy with his work. But that wasn’t a deliberate doing. He loved his work and it paid well too. But as his responsibilities at work increased, he missed a few moments with his family. Starting with their second baby’s birth. He claims just a few moments but he knew it was more than a few. His children never talk that freely with him like they do with their mom.
Isn’t that normal in all households?
And finally, when he rejected a promotion and stepped down to take a lesser role at work to spend more time with his family, she ditched him.
How could she!
We promised to be there for each other from now on.
“It was a heart attack. Sorry for your loss.” Doctor’s words echoed in his ears.
© Vinitha 2021
This fictional piece is written in response to the thirty-fourth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘Promise’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
10 Wednesday Feb 2021
Posted in Poem
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Hello, said a piece of memory I ignored.
It flashed again,
and again,
until I was burned
inside out.
Hello, said a piece of memory I wished to ignore!
© Vinitha 2021
This poetry piece is written in response to the thirty-second edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘Flash’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
05 Friday Feb 2021
Posted in Poem
What mystery my mind holds!
Yet another piece of submission rejected
And here my mind is coming up with another piece to submit!
Sometimes I feel, my mind thrives in rejection
What a mystery this mind is!
This poetry piece is written in response to the thirty-first edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘Mystery’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
14 Thursday Jan 2021
Posted in Fiction
She dreamed of getting away from there.
Far, far away.
In her dreams she had the ability to fly. And she would fly out of those huge walls. Those chained gates would offer no resistance.
One day her dream came true. But she didn’t fly out of the orphanage. A young couple came in and wanted to make her their daughter.
They became the angels who gave her the invisible wings to fly.
That’s how she learned to dream more often; because dreams will come true one day.
© Vinitha 2021
This Flash Fiction is written in response to the twenty-sixth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘Fly’ and the above picture prompt hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
02 Saturday Jan 2021
Posted in Fiction
It started as little things in the beginning. Like how long it took to bake cheese sticks. Sometimes she forgot to keep the timer altogether. Sometimes she forgot to lock the house or tried to start the car without the car keys.
Gradually, it escalated. It was a tad funny when she forgot how many kids they had. He didn’t notice anything wrong even then.
Then he saw it. No, it glared at him when she forgot his name. He covered up his worries with a teasing smile. Soon she too realized when she struggled to remember her kids’ names.
Nobody likes goodbyes. But for him this was brutal. Every day he lost a little part of her. Every day he became less familiar to her.
This goodbye was too slow and excruciatingly painful. Only he knew. But at least she didn’t remember enough to feel any of the pain, he took solace in that fact.
© Vinitha 2021
This Flash Fiction is written in response to the twenty-sixth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘Goodbye’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
