A whole new meaning

You would probably find it totally ordinary, plain, pointless.

It amazes me how irrelevant and trivial my life snippets are, yes, to even those who claim to care.

Take for instance, the picture of this lamppost. I had captured it near the Cathedral, on my way back from the University.

What makes the picture and the evening memorable is that I had a gentle, warm hand to hold mine, to add meaning to the otherwise bleak photo series.

You see, how  we are celebrating life under the same lamppost.

There’s a certain contentment in asserting ‘I have lived and loved’.

 

Word count -100

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Thanks dear Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook. Thank you Sandra for our photo prompt.

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Rite of passage

Glendales it was, finally,  much to the displeasure of Nishi’s parents.

The dreary, sprawling campus in the suburbs with overgrown grasses and weeds made her re-consider her non-malleability.

The congested dormitories with cobweb-rings and rust-eaten beds  stirred in more ‘no’s’.

Somebody pointed toward the abandoned lavatory and said ‘that’s meant for freshers’

‘No one would hear a murmur if they were to shelve me in that severely under-used washroom,’  Nishi thought.

She prayed without a pause till she reached the dilapidated structure and didn’t stop.

‘Don’t worry, you would be allowed regular washrooms from tomorrow’, echoed in.

‘Notorious seniors!’

Word count- 100

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Thanks dear Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

Photo Prompt © Russel Gayer

 

 

 

 

 

Bless your dreams

‘I couldn’t wait to return today, I wanted to tell you in person.’

‘Really?  Do share?’

‘I got that much awaited promotion. Can you believe it?’

‘I knew, my pet grasshoppers will bring you good luck. Now you know, I wasn’t kidding.’

Nancy rolled her eyes and didn’t utter another word.

‘You think a 101 year old man at an old guitar shop would just make up such stories?’

‘Well, Peter, whatever! Let’s not argue over it again.’ Nancy made a face at the two grasshoppers sitting inside the glass box.

 

‘Peter, I found that lost bracelet today.’

‘Well, you know who to thank.’

‘How did the petals reach the grasshoppers, Peter?’

‘I was just expressing my gratitude to these wonder insects, Nancy.’

‘Oh God, Peter! Get over this obsession now.’

 

‘Guess what?! Our home loan has been sanctioned.’

‘ Wow! That’s wonderful news! Well, you know who to, um, where are the grasshoppers?’

The cute, pet grasshoppers were nowhere to be found.

 

Word count -161

Written for flash fiction for aspiring writers based on this week’s photo prompt . Thanks to priceless joy for hosting the challenge.

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Mark with the blog @any1mark66. Thank you Mark!

 

 

 

 

 

My treasure

That’s her precious first dress stitched by my mother-in-law and those pink bags house her birthday dresses.

I have tried sorting and giving away her old stuffs but have failed each time, miserably.

She told me yesterday, ‘I want to marry him’. She is  17. How could I possibly say yes?

A heated argument and a near sleepless night later, I woke up to her empty room.

I sit amidst her treasures in my closet and alternate between blowing my nose and dialing her number.

I would hit the roads soon and all I know is ‘she is somewhere’.

Word count- 98

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Thanks dear Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.

 

 

A new dawn

‘Can you believe the transformative influence of this resplendent spot? We are not nocturnal beings anymore.’  Rishabh exclaimed

Shruti was happy to see Rishabh, high on life.

‘Listen Shruti, let’s quit our call centre jobs and start new life here. Money isn’t life, love is, tranquility is.’

Shruti’s soft giggles enveloped the serenity of the dawn as she murmured in his ears ‘Am I married to a soon-to-be fisherman?’

Memories of that perfect dawn brought a smile on Shruti’s face.

‘Mom, I will see you at the practice ground’, Aradhya’s adolescent voice interrupted Shruti’s reverie.

Shruti wondered if Rishabh ever paused to evaluate his choices and how it had affected their planned course.

‘Hi Rishabh, Shruti here, could you return from office a little earlier tonight? ‘

‘Oh Shruti, I am in the middle of an important work, will call you back’.

Shruti knew he wouldn’t, there would be more important meetings and ever-piling work.

Shruti sat with her notepad and started scribbling ‘ A new dawn’.

She hoped to live their life in her imagination.

Word count- 174

Written for flash fiction for aspiring writers based on this week’s photo prompt . Thanks to priceless joy for hosting the challenge.

Thank you Footy and Foodie for our photo prompt this week!

 

The aftermath

‘I would need you to fill-up and sign these consent forms, Fran.’

‘I hope hypnotherapy isn’t  a dangerous procedure, Dr Charles.’

‘ It’s not dangerous,Fran.  It isn’t a mainstream treatment option anymore but I am expecting more conclusive results. Are the night terrors still as frequent?’

‘Yes doctor and Heidi is practically awake all night after the  attacks. Her father was her world.’

‘ I can understand your pain Fran, especially since Heidi has been your only hope since her mother’s passing. ‘

‘ I wish my son-in-law wasn’t a fire fighter. Heidi didn’t deserve to be an orphan at such a tender age.’

Word count – 100

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Thanks dear Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

 

Brave hearts

I never believed them.

Raju and Bilal were extremely inquisitive boys, their favorite adventure being exploring the village after school. They were familiar with each tree and field, so to speak.

I, on the other hand, focused on studies. I wanted  to give my parents a better life,  possibly settle in the nearby town and forsake  cycling for miles to get basic stuffs, forever.

I never wasted an hour. But, that day I had to give in to their persistent requests.

After the evening meal, they came to get me to the ‘fair’. I reluctantly bid goodbye to my parents.

‘You will only believe it when you see it.’ Bilal said.

I sighed, the dark, deserted never-ending road was a test of patience.

‘We are almost there’ Raju pointed to the huge Banyan tree by the paddy field.

‘Look at that stone wall by the tree ‘ Bilal said in a hushed tone.

At 9 .15 pm, with a faraway alien chant, the skeleton and two mini humans emerged from the fluorescent stone wall.

Word count- 172.

Written for flash fiction for aspiring writers based on this week’s photo prompt . Thanks to priceless joy for hosting the challenge.

This week’s photo prompt is provided by any1mark66. Thank you Mark!