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
In the pink flowers live my memories vividly, as though my past finds solace in their embrace,under the charisma of the bougainvillea blooms. Grandpa, grandma, cousins, aunts… they appear in my mind’s eye, one by one, every time I glimpse these graceful flowers,igniting childhood memories, one after another. A simple flower sparking a myriad of … More When Memories Bloom #FictionMonday
those cherished memories – smearing fragrances, spilling colors, in today’s pages. yesterday, a page written in the past – forgotten memories, lost moments, all safe in the past. © Vinitha Dileep This piece is written in response to the one hundred and sixteenth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘YESTERDAY’ hosted at Reflections by yours … More Yesterday #FictionMonday
Simpler times are worth the trouble. This six word story is written in response to the word prompt “Trouble” hosted by Shweta Suresh on her blog My Random Ramblings. The above thought was provoked by the simpler times that we enjoyed some time ago, which now feels like was a long time ago. 16 years … More Simpler Times #FictionMonday #SixWordStory
Last night as I was taking my routine Facebook stroll I happened to overhear this conversation that took place in my feed. Someone in my friend list posted their school photo and others commented “those were the best days”, “if only we could relive those days”, etc. Often when I hear this statement the question … More Those Were The Best Days! #SoulfulSunday
the clatter in mind never subsidesthough I wish to get rid of, it one by oneneither do I want to talk about the clutter my mind hoards all day long it seeps in, everywheremy sleep suffers in its wrathacross my mind, all over my dreams,spills the clutterso does the clatter i don’t wish to talk … More Declutter! #SoulfulSunday
Hello, said a piece of memory I ignored.It flashed again,and again,until I was burnedinside out.Hello, said a piece of memory I wished to ignore! © Vinitha 2021 This poetry piece is written in response to the thirty-second edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘Flash’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you … More Memory #FictionMonday
When I write morning pages in the morning, to absorb all my thoughts into a piece of paper, I often find myself empty. I feel nothing. Words disappear. Thoughts hide somewhere. But I know they aren’t gone. Probably just shy. As I sit here to write down my immediate thoughts, I look around and see … More Beneath the Layers #SoulfulSunday 4
Kavya liked going to the park every evening. Today was awfully cold, but she walked to the park covering herself in layers of cloth. Her attempt to keep her warm in those layers of warm cloth was a failure as the numbing cold held her in its embrace mercilessly. If Nikhil saw her out in … More Memories #FictionMonday
In my courtyard, Lurks those ghosts of memories Waiting to come alive. Hibiscus was a part of our childhood. I don’t remember a single house in Kerala without this plant in their courtyard. Hibiscus leaves were used as a shampoo and conditioner in Indian households. My sister and I loved this homemade shampoo. Those times … More A trail of memories #WordlessWednesday 81
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