“Sana, are you listening? ” Riya’s voice nudged her. Although her mind has left the park and the bench they occupied a while ago, she nodded and added hurriedly before Riya could point out Sana’s absent-mindedness “let’s walk a bit. I am feeling sleepy sitting here enjoying this beautiful breeze. ” Sana didn’t want to … More Friend #FictionMonday
The light glimmered on the table carelessly. Sakshi couldn’t keep her cafe open today. Not today. Not after what had happened. Usually around 3:30 in the evening the two sisters would stop by her cafe. Their mom was a barista there. Most of the times the kids would hangout in the cafe helping their mom … More It’s Nobody’s Fault #FictionMonday
Time doesn’t stop, for anyone,or anything! then, what’s the point in putting your dreams on hold? because, time will run out on you eventually.if you don’t live for yourself today,are you sure that you can, tomorrow? is there any guarantee there will even be a tomorrow laid out for you to live? don’t let the dreams … More Time Doesn’t Stop #FictionMonday #Poem
my path ahead is filled with lifeless treesstaring into oblivion. i move forwardnot knowing where i end up eventually. the skeletons of the trees— are they guiding me somewhere?or steering me to something dreadful?do they represent the nightmares i try to run away fromor the spring of hope that could appear in the distant future? … More Journey #ThursdayTreeLove
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 … More Mrs. Moorthy #FictionMonday
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 … More Love #FictionMonday
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 … More Point of View #FictionMonday
before the presents gathered around the tree… Joining Parul’s Thursday Tree Love and Fiction Monday.
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 … More Gleeful Trees #ThursdayTreeLove
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 … More Beauty #FictionMonday
Void Thoughts 