This piece is written in response to the eighty-first 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.
It’s not time yet. That’s what he kept telling himself. He had convinced himself that in order to pursue his dreams he needed to be free of all the commitments in life. Work, family, kids’ education – so many things needed his full focus.
Pursuing his dream of writing a novel would require him to take a break from his demanding work which in turn would affect their financial situation. So, not now. And he wasn’t even sure how successful, he would be as a writer. It’s not like he was trained to be a writer. Writing was his passion. That’s all. So not now.
But it would be a satisfying experience when he finally took the step – that much he was sure of.
That’s what he thought until yesterday.
Today he got the scan results and received the grave news. He is sick. It’s time to take a break from his demanding job and check in at the hospital the soonest.
The unwritten novel haunted his dreams.
This fictional piece is written in response to the sixty-eighth edition of Fiction Monday for the above picture prompt and the word prompt ‘DREAM’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
The above thought was provoked by the simpler times that we enjoyed some time ago, which now feels like was a long time ago. 16 years ago, when I was in college, mobile phones weren’t as popular. There were only some kids who brought their phone to the classroom. Tariffs were still way too high at that time. Phone camera was not that good. But we still enjoyed the functionalities such as games mainly that came with the phone. We couldn’t download new games because there was no provision for that yet.
Phones back then were purely for texting and calling.
Then came out the ones with radio in it. That was revolutionary. The pure joy of listening to songs through the phone was exploited to its max by many of us. I didn’t have a walkman when that was available. Any of you remember walkman? So I absolutely enjoyed the radio on the phone feature as much as I could.
Today, though, I can listen to songs through multiple sources at my will, any time I want to, I don’t do it as often.
That simpler time and its charm isn’t lost on me.
The funny part is I remember vividly the times I used to listen to the songs on the radio, the transistor radio, much more lucidly than any other times.
What do you miss from back then when the times were simpler, but wasn’t easy as it is now?
This piece is written in response to the sixty-sixth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
Nayana couldn’t believe how much her life changed in the span of a week. Her dad got a job offer to a company in another country and her family shifted from India to America without a second thought.
Granted she was only five years old. But as a five-year old with lots of friends in her school and neighborhood she had responsibilities to keep.
Now who will stand up to Kiran, the biggest bully in their playground? How will her dear friends manage without her?
These are not a problem in the grownup world. They only care about their new job, new house, new car – all those big things!
How would Nayana survive without her friends? Or her grandparents? At least if her grandparents were there with her in the new place she would’ve been okay. But now who is going to teach her the tricks to deal with bossy kids when her granny is so far away!
Her little heart was full of unanswered questions as her world turned upside down.
This fictional piece is written in response to the sixty-third edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘CHANGE’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
She woke up with a throbbing headache that morning. What kind of a dream was that! She wondered.
To be honest it was a good one. She was happy in her dream. Laughing a lot. Bubbling with energy. She radiated joy.
But she never imagined her to become one of those shimmering stars.
Maybe the headache was a reminder to choose her path carefully. Loving something dearly doesn’t mean that you have to be lost in that something. As this thought emerged she sensed her headache fading slowly. She felt happy and alive again.
This fictional piece is written in response to the sixtieth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘SHIMMER’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
This fictional piece is written in response to the fifty-ninth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘HOPE’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
“It is fascinating to think that not so long ago you were the queen of my heart. How I loved you like there was no else in this world! I never thought I could fall in love with someone else like that.
Things changed now. Well, I love you still. But this new girl has stolen my heart mercilessly. I am head over heels with this beauty.”
Shekhar said passionately.
Akhila looked at him pretending to be hurt and replied. “I feel the same you know. I love her more every day like that’s possible.”
Their little baby gave a toothless smile listening to her parents’ chatter.
This fictional piece is written in response to the fifty-sixth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘PASSION’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
This journey reminded him of the last one he had. He was very excited that day. Finally finding a home to live with forever! That’s the dream, isn’t it! And he was going to live that dream.
But that excitement didn’t last longer.
There was nothing homey about the home he went to live in. The couple who lived there always fought with each other. Instead of taking care of the new addition to their family, they used him to win their arguments. And he always ended up getting hurt in their quarrel and they were least bothered about it.
The abuse reached its height and one day two people from the shelter came and took him back. He came back to shelter more depressed.
Last week, another family came and they loved him. But he wasn’t hopeful. He didn’t try to impress them either. Though, he liked the two kids with the couple. Today the man came and took him.
He is going to live with them. But he isn’t sure how long this will last. Because who knows how these people would turn out to be!
His mind was full of questions. But he didn’t know that his life is going to be changed forever. The nice people took him home because they loved him. He was finally going home, his forever home.
This fictional piece is written in response to the fiftieth 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Void Thoughts 