And she wrote her story #FictionMondays

She held the pen in her fingers, undecided. Should I let it out? Should I hold myself back? Should I word this as a fictional piece so that I can pour unto this paper all my thoughts unfiltered and always say “well this is a fictional story”. The guise of fiction sounded tempting. She hadn’t… Continue reading And she wrote her story #FictionMondays

Can love last a lifetime? #FictionMonday

“Yes” she whispered into the phone. The word I had been waiting to hear, my heart pounded so loudly that I thought everyone around could hear it. I wanted to dance with joy, sing, jump and do all sorts of crazy things but I had to compose myself. Shreya and I had to cross many… Continue reading Can love last a lifetime? #FictionMonday

Epiphany #FictionMondays

Tears streamed down my cheeks, I kept wiping them away and blinked my eyes focussing on the road ahead. The last thing I wanted was to cause an accident. The sky was grey, clouds hovered all around as thunder rumbled – it felt like the weather perfectly summed up my inner turmoil. The heated conversation… Continue reading Epiphany #FictionMondays

Date night #FictionMonday

I looked at myself in the mirror for the 20th time, “do I look good? Have I overdone my make up? My hair- when was the last time I left it open, it was always tied in a messy bun with strands falling down my face which I brushed aside” This feels good, the hair… Continue reading Date night #FictionMonday

Choice #FictionMonday

She clasped her fingers tightly, her brow twitched like it always did when she was in deep thought. She asked herself for the 100th time. Was she ready to take the plunge? Ready to give up her carefree ways and brace herself up to take responsibility? Was she really in her senses? Should she take… Continue reading Choice #FictionMonday

A place called Home #FictionMonday

A dilapidated building- perhaps a haunted place. The roof fallen through, grass and bushes within. Who would ever think this was once inhabited. A red roof with an opening to the sky so that I could gaze at the stars at night, the hearth that brought warmth as we sat huddled around, steaming cups of… Continue reading A place called Home #FictionMonday

Free #FictionMondays

How I wish I was a bird, free to fly away from the pandemonium that surrounds me, soar over mountains and valleys, never stay at one place but keep exploring. “You are a girl, don’t ever entertain such thoughts”, they said. Study well and help your mother in household chores. “Girls shouldn’t dare to dream… Continue reading Free #FictionMondays

No place like home #FictionMondays

Laying on my comfy couch, a kettle of my favourite tea brewing nearby, as I immerse myself in one of the classics I can read umpteen times and still never tire, how I dreamt of this day! But life as always has different plans. A bustling household, kids, elders to care for, meals to cook,… Continue reading No place like home #FictionMondays

A letter from “Hope” #FictionMondays

As the new postmaster of this quaint little sleepy village of Dorfli, I had little to look forward to. I braced myself up for a sleepy day ahead. An old lady walked into the post office, hunched, frail, trembling- what stood out were her glistening eyes. She looked at me eagerly as I searched for… Continue reading A letter from “Hope” #FictionMondays