Mrs. Moorthy #FictionMonday

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Mrs. Moorthy was the first friend Riya made in this place. That was almost nine years ago. Today, the park looked empty without her, thought Riya wistfully. 

Riya was unsure of the move to this new city. But when a good opportunity knocked on her door, moving away from her familiar neighborhood and building a new life in an unfamiliar big city was the option. After a nervous first week at the office, Riya came down to take a stroll in the nearby park where she lived. 

That’s when she met Mrs. Moorthy for the very first time. An elderly woman in her 70s living with her husband in the same community as hers. Mrs. Moorthy immediately recognized the homesickness on Riya’s face and talked to her like a long-lost friend. 

Riya was grateful for Mrs. Moorthy. She would’ve never felt comfortable talking to an elderly person like her as she would to a friend. 

From that onwards, every weekend they met at the park sharing stories from Riya’s office and Mrs. Moorthy’s life. 

For Riya, Mrs. Moorthy was a reliable friend. Her advice was always spot on. She confided everything in Mrs. Moorthy. How much Riya cherished this friendship she knew from day one. But today she realized how much she had missed Mrs. Moorthy’s companionship. 

It’s been only a week since Mrs. Moorthy departed this world along with Riya and the park they met regularly. 

Mrs. Moorthy’s pearls of wisdom on flavors of life stayed with Riya, but her absence tormented her. Maybe, those pearls of wisdom would guide her to navigate the grief of Mrs. Moorthy’s departure and find another flavor of life. 

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© Vinitha Dileep


This five-sentence fiction piece is written in response to the eighty-ninth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘FLAVOR’ and the above picture prompt hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell. 

Love #FictionMonday

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The sun painted his courtyard in its golden rays.

He felt that he was the luckiest man alive as his newborn baby snuggled in his arms. Nothing else mattered at that moment. It was as if the sun was shining only for them.

The new day of his life radiated love like he never experienced before.

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© Vinitha Dileep


This five-sentence fiction piece is written in response to the eighty-fifth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘LOVE’ and the above picture prompt hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell. 

Point of View #FictionMonday

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That dream again. Like I am running away from something bright. Something spectacular.

But why? Shouldn’t I be running toward it? Isn’t that what I wanted all this time?

Maybe, I need to change my dream. Or how I am interpreting it. I am running toward that something spectacular, not away from it.

She repeated again, I am running toward something spectacular.

© Vinitha Dileep


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. 

Gleeful Trees #ThursdayTreeLove

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Kiwanis Park in Tempe, AZ

canopies of leaves
reaching out to share a touch,
maybe, share a story,
filtering light through,
offering shade,
ushering life


As much as this picture jolted me to jot down a couple of verses, my lines couldn’t do justice to the picturesque view that sprinkled a sense of serenity in me. This park we visited last month was such a treat for the soul.

Joining Parul’s Thursday Tree Love a week and a day late.

Beauty #FictionMonday

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The petals of dandelions appear delicate yet they are so fearless to blatantly show their beauty. It’s not fragile, or vulnerable in a negative sense. 

Getting to show off their uniqueness – the fragility, the vulnerability, the ability to free itself from the flower and wander off slowly, elegantly and settle somewhere unfamiliar – isn’t that stunningly brave? Isn’t that simply incredible?

To be not afraid of your own vulnerability, instead flaunt it and mesmerize everyone in the vicinity by simply being you? 

Isn’t that what beauty is all about? 

© Vinitha Dileep


This piece is written in response to the seventy-second edition of Fiction Monday for the below picture prompt and the word prompt ‘BEAUTY’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell. 

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Colors #ThursdayTreeLove

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The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.”

― John Muir
Flagstaff, AZ

on a long winding road
I saw trees embroidered with multicolor leaves
atop the mountain they looked like little bushes casually thrown all over
each different view as brilliant as the next

isn’t nature an amazing artist?

© Vinitha 2021


Joining Parul’s #ThursdayTreeLove.

Time? #FictionMonday

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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. 

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Simpler Times #FictionMonday #SixWordStory

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Simpler times are worth the trouble.

This six word story is written in response to the word prompt “Trouble” hosted by Shweta Suresh on her blog My Random Ramblings.

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?

© Vinitha 2021


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. 

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What She Saw #FictionMonday

Broken

she as afraid
of what the mirror might reflect,
though, the whole world saw
a perfect human,
she saw only her imperfections
smiling back at her!
the shattered pieces of mirror
shone back a thousand imperfect reflections of her,

broken was the way only she saw herself,
not the world

if only she realized that!

© Vinitha 2021


This poetic piece is written in response to the sixty-fifth 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. 

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