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Time Doesn’t Stop #FictionMonday #Poem

22 Friday Apr 2022

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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 simmer inside you
let it boil and bubble up
let it bring you elation

you cannot pause the time, not even for a second

you can but try to freeze the time
by living this moment on your terms
time doesn’t stop for anyone or anything

but, I promise, if you live today to make your dreams come true

you will have cherished moments swirling inside you for years to come
all you need is to stop waiting and
start living your life on your terms

because,

time doesn’t stop, 
for anyone,
or anything!

© Vinitha Dileep

This poetry piece is written in response to the ninety-fourth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘SIMMER’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell. 

Love #FictionMonday

21 Monday Feb 2022

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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 before.

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© Vinitha Dileep

This five-sentence fiction piece is written in response to the eighty-fifth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘LOVE’ and the above picture prompt hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell. 

Point of View #FictionMonday

24 Monday Jan 2022

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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 again, I am running toward something spectacular.

© Vinitha Dileep

This piece is written in response to the eighty-first edition of Fiction Monday for the above picture prompt hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell. 

Beauty #FictionMonday

19 Friday Nov 2021

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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 that stunningly brave? Isn’t that simply incredible?

To be not afraid of your own vulnerability, instead flaunt it and mesmerize everyone in the vicinity by simply being you? 

Isn’t that what beauty is all about? 

© Vinitha Dileep

This piece is written in response to the seventy-second edition of Fiction Monday for the below picture prompt and the word prompt ‘BEAUTY’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell. 

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Time? #FictionMonday

23 Saturday Oct 2021

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It’s not time yet. That’s what he kept telling himself. He had convinced himself that in order to pursue his dreams he needed to be free of all the commitments in life. Work, family, kids’ education – so many things needed his full focus.

Pursuing his dream of writing a novel would require him to take a break from his demanding work which in turn would affect their financial situation. So, not now. And he wasn’t even sure how successful, he would be as a writer. It’s not like he was trained to be a writer. Writing was his passion. That’s all. So not now.

But it would be a satisfying experience when he finally took the step – that much he was sure of.

That’s what he thought until yesterday.

Today he got the scan results and received the grave news. He is sick. It’s time to take a break from his demanding job and check in at the hospital the soonest.

The unwritten novel haunted his dreams.

This fictional piece is written in response to the sixty-eighth edition of Fiction Monday for the above picture prompt and the word prompt ‘DREAM’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell. 

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Simpler Times #FictionMonday #SixWordStory

11 Monday Oct 2021

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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 ago, when I was in college, mobile phones weren’t as popular. There were only some kids who brought their phone to the classroom. Tariffs were still way too high at that time. Phone camera was not that good. But we still enjoyed the functionalities such as games mainly that came with the phone. We couldn’t download new games because there was no provision for that yet.

Phones back then were purely for texting and calling.

Then came out the ones with radio in it. That was revolutionary. The pure joy of listening to songs through the phone was exploited to its max by many of us. I didn’t have a walkman when that was available. Any of you remember walkman? So I absolutely enjoyed the radio on the phone feature as much as I could.

Today, though, I can listen to songs through multiple sources at my will, any time I want to, I don’t do it as often.

That simpler time and its charm isn’t lost on me.

The funny part is I remember vividly the times I used to listen to the songs on the radio, the transistor radio, much more lucidly than any other times.

What do you miss from back then when the times were simpler, but wasn’t easy as it is now?

© Vinitha 2021

This piece is written in response to the sixty-sixth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell. 

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Self-doubt #SixWordStory

22 Wednesday Sep 2021

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The tricky mind slithering toward self-doubt!


© Vinitha 2021

The above six-word story is written in response to Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (6WSP) hosted by Shweta. This week’s prompt is TRICK.

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Shimmer #FictionMonday

10 Friday Sep 2021

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She woke up with a throbbing headache that morning. What kind of a dream was that! She wondered.

To be honest it was a good one. She was happy in her dream. Laughing a lot. Bubbling with energy. She radiated joy.

But she never imagined her to become one of those shimmering stars.

Maybe the headache was a reminder to choose her path carefully. Loving something dearly doesn’t mean that you have to be lost in that something. As this thought emerged she sensed her headache fading slowly. She felt happy and alive again.

This time it wasn’t a dream.

© Vinitha 2021

This fictional piece is written in response to the sixtieth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘SHIMMER’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell. 

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In Search of Words #FictionMonday

28 Saturday Aug 2021

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It’s a wonder that only a few weeks, maybe months ago I was writing, effortlessly. I was, wasn’t I? It wasn’t a far-fetched dream. A figment of my imagination.

After all, if you say so, I will believe that because becoming a writer was always been a dream of mine.

And I did write, I believe. They may not be the most captivating pieces ever. But I wrote. Daily I wrote. Some days I wrote many poems and stories. My pen never showed a sign of fatigue. My love for paper and pen never faded a bit. In fact, it grew more and more with every interaction we had.

Now, I feel they are fed up with me. The pen is not following my mind’s tunes. Thoughts are disappearing into the abyss to the disappointment of my blank page. Words, they are staying aloof. I can hear them sniggering, seeing my blank paper.

I feel like writing was a phase. Now it’s all burned down, leaving no residue behind. The mind is nothing but barren and it whimpers and trembles as the blank pages are filled with no words of relevance but the scratch marks.

I wonder what happened!

This turn of events was unseen. This is unbearable.

When did we become alien to each other!

The unwritten words are causing me nothing but pain. And I have no way of healing until the words start to flow at the tip of the pen once again. I hope that happens!

© Vinitha 2021

This musing is written in response to the sixtieth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘WONDER’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell. 

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