She woke up startled, her breath quick and shallow, beads of sweat trickling down her forehead, cool against her heated skin. The room was still, yet the weight of the dream lingered in the air. She pressed her palms to her temples, grounding herself, as if the touch alone could chase away the shadows lurking … More Beyond the Shackles #FictionMonday
Miya watched eagerly as Anu opened her lunch box. Her eyes widened with excitement as she spotted a slice of bread, toasted with a cute image. “Ooh! Is that a cat?” Miya asked, her voice filled with curiosity. Anu giggled. “It’s a dog, silly! My mom made this just for you,” she said, holding out … More A Slice of Love
Rema stood in her grandparents’ courtyard, where her childhood footprints had once traced paths of joy. The echoes of thirty years ago filled her ears—the soft hum of her granny’s favorite tunes, the comforting stories her grandpa told after evening prayers, and the laughter of her cousins. This house was where she had been happiest. … More Footprints of Love #FictionMonday
Despite the frayed edges and faded faces, the photo caught my eye. How long had it been since that day? Forty years? Something like that. Suddenly, memories I thought I’d forgotten came rushing back. She wasn’t in the photo, but I remembered that day as if it were yesterday. She was there, walking away from … More Faded Memories #FictionMonday
He was good at answering all sorts of questions his professors threw at him. However, being good academically didn’t always guarantee he had the correct answer. The question that stumped him the most was posed at the time of his birth. Growing up as an orphan was a constant battle. Why was no one there … More The Unanswered Question #FictionMonday
Megan loved everything about dance. She had been passionate about it since childhood. After all, her mom was a professional dancer before she stopped performing to have Megan. Megan eagerly watched dance performances and passionately consumed her mother’s old dance videos. She dreamed of becoming a dancer like her mom and performing to her heart’s … More Breaking Free #FictionMonday
Maya’s fingers trembled as she held the aged envelope—a token from her past self, forgotten until this moment. Inside lay a letter she had written to her future self at the tender age of 15, to be opened when she turned 30. Thirteen years had passed since she turned 30. A mix of curiosity and … More A Message Across Time
Maya was skilled in making everything perfect. Each day unfolded flawlessly under her watchfulness; not even a whisper of wind was allowed to disrupt the serenity of her home. Perfection, she believed, was an art achieved through constant awareness and unwavering alertness. Maya took pride in her meticulous attention to detail in designing and organizing … More The Flaw In The Plan
“I am busy.” The words tumbled out without hesitation. Her life was wrapped in those three words. “I am busy.” It rescued her, from pretending to care about matters that she couldn’t care less about. But the weight of the pretense of being busy burdened her slowly. Unable to pinpoint what exactly kept her occupied, … More Busy! #FictionMonday
Naziya wiped her tears again, though it felt futile as they continued to flood her eyes. She knew that Riya was concerned about her, as her phone kept lighting up every few minutes with Riya’s name, leaving text messages or missed calls on the screen. Naziya didn’t have the strength to pick up the phone, … More Tears And Solace #FictionMonday
Void Thoughts 