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.
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.
“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.
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!
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?
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.
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.
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