Remembering My Dad
Today is Achan’s (my dad’s) 15th death anniversary.
Sometimes it feels like it’s been forever since he’s gone. Sometimes it feels like he passed away just yesterday.
… More Remembering My Dad
Today is Achan’s (my dad’s) 15th death anniversary.
Sometimes it feels like it’s been forever since he’s gone. Sometimes it feels like he passed away just yesterday.
… More Remembering My Dad
My earliest memories are muddled
by the stories told and retold.
Is it the times I played with
my cousins — hiding and seeking,
chasing and being chased,
making houses, or simply
talking
and laughing? … More Echoes of My Earliest Memory
Letting Go One last flicker left,before the lantern surrenders,to become the night Hope Hope flickers softlylike stars outshining the fog—self-doubt disappears Sun Clouds may hide the sun,yet sunlight never flickers—it shines bright despite Memories Memories flickeras a glimmering smile shines,cherished moments stay © Vinitha Dileep This piece is written in response to the two hundredth and sixty … More Flicker – A Series of Haikus
I hold on to my memories so dearly—sometimes, I fear they’re all I have.Perhaps that’s why I keep making new ones—snapshots from todaythat might sweeten tomorrow,like faded photographs tucked into the corners of my mind. But memories, they fade—softly, quietly, bit by bit.That’s why it matters to live each momentas if it truly counts—because it … More Memories, They Fade and Gleam #FictionMonday #Poem
A sepia-toned swatch of moments from yesterdaysplaying in my mind’s courtyard,serenading my today—a quiet, tireless hum enveloping. Memories gather—soft echoes of what was,a distant glow of the past inviting meto go back in time andlinger a moment longer,past, where I sometimes seek refuge,and sometimes, find one. I reach for the warmth of voices once near,the … More Listening to the Hum of the Past #poem #FictionMonday
He felt as if he were inhaling silence as the quietness swallowed him. Usually, this was the moment he cherished—the peace, the stillness. But now, it felt empty. Echoes of laughter and scattered fragments of memories whimpered in the hollow aftermath of a festival once grand in its majesty. What was celebration without someone to … More In Solitude #FictionMonday
A kaleidoscope of memoriestrapped in the mind,playing yesterday’s notesat odd times. A broken kaleidoscope—fragments of beautiful moments,shattered pieces of bittersweet. They cut deep as they unfold,yet hold a beautyI will cherishfor as long as I live. © Vinitha Dileep This piece is written in response to the two hundredth and thirty-ninth edition of Fiction Monday inspired by the … More Bittersweet Memories #FictionMonday #Poem
A kaleidoscope,many seasons of life pass,vibrant with colors. Memories grow faint,as time’s filter slowly shifts,yet colors remain. © Vinitha Dileep This piece is written in response to the two hundredth and eighteenth edition of Fiction Monday inspired by the word prompt – FILTER hosted by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell. Check … More Kaleidoscope of Time #FictionMonday
Despite the frayed edges and faded faces, the photo caught my eye. How long had it been since that day? Forty years? Something like that. Suddenly, memories I thought I’d forgotten came rushing back. She wasn’t in the photo, but I remembered that day as if it were yesterday. She was there, walking away from … More Faded Memories #FictionMonday
I don’t believe in the power of the evil eye. The logical part of my brain refuses to accept that someone else’s malice can influence our lives. It seems frivolous — an excuse to relinquish our power and place it in someone else’s hands. Because then the question remains, why shouldn’t our good intentions — kindness and good deeds — take … More When Love Speaks Beyond Words #FictionMonday