summer sprinkles a shine all aroundmaking the flowers loaned from the spring smile even brighterthe freshly woven cobwebs bridging the flora reflect tantalizinglylike a carefully chosen piece of jewelry adorning the bloomssummer sprinkles a gorgeous glow all aroundthe fresh blossoms sometimes appear to be in a meditative prayersummer shines fearlessly, making everything appear alluring in … More Summer #ThursdayTreeLove
The broken kaleidoscope wasn’t reflecting darkness. Neither did it trap black spots. The broken kaleidoscope reflected more colors with a vengeance. Pieces of blue, pink, orange, green, yellow, and a mix of more colors. It sparkled brilliantly as the more broken pieces accumulated. Broken doesn’t have to mean losing the ability to shine. Often, being … More The Broken Kaleidoscope
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
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
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.
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
Beyond Scribbles 