The blank page looked perfect in the absence of scribbles. No marks to tarnish its appearance. But the blanker the page was, the messier my mind felt. The blobs of ink that refused to make its mark on the paper, left scratches on my mind mercilessly. I sat in front of my writing journal drenched … More Ink #FictionMonday
Today is a special day. Today I am getting a new friend. Don’t get me wrong, I love playing with Jack. But when he goes to school, I am all alone at home. Once my new pup friend gets here, I will never be alone. I hope he is excited as much as I am! … More Excitement #FictionMonday
There was a certain delight in the way the flower petal fell to the ground. A rush, an excitement, a purposefulness, a helplessness. That’s all I wanted to experience. That delight. My motionless body failed to capture the purposefulness. © Vinitha Dileep This five sentence fiction piece is written in response to the one hundred and … More Fall #FictionMonday
Sara couldn’t sleep that night. Usually, it was the noise from her daughter’s room that kept her up late in the night. But now, things have changed. She could hear the air moving around her. The pin-drop silence blared in her ears in full volume stopping her from sleeping. Her life seemed to be in … More Unwelcome Pause #FictionMonday
I have recounted this story many times before. Each time I add bits and pieces to the story to tweak it and spice it up, making it sound unbelievable, yet captivating. Without fail, my audience devoured the unbelievable story marveling at my storytelling abilities. But, I never dared to tell a soul the truth. How … More Unbelievable Story #FictionMonday
“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
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
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 