Finding my rainbow #SundayPhotoFiction #MyFriendAlexa

Baby Ocotillo looked at his Mumma, tears trickling down his eyes as he asked her the same question he had been asking since the day he was born. Why am I so barren? When will I bloom like other flowers? Is my life destined to be this plain and ugly? Why me? Mumma Ocotillo smiled… Continue reading Finding my rainbow #SundayPhotoFiction #MyFriendAlexa

Mirror of life #FridayFictioneers

I looked at the mirror, my eyes filled with rage as I recalled how Little Johny had bulled me. As tears streamed down my cheeks, I could see an image of Johny being punched in the face by a burly boy. The next day, Johny had a black eye. I was sad today as all… Continue reading Mirror of life #FridayFictioneers

Not quite what it seems #FFFAW #FlashFiction

The aroma of freshly baked donuts and hot chocolate sauce wafted through the room. The children crowded around the little dog figurine who was seated on a donut as the most appealing chocolate cupcake lay atop his head. It was very hard to resist the temptation of taking a bite. Marie looked at the kids… Continue reading Not quite what it seems #FFFAW #FlashFiction

Dare to be different #SundayFlashFiction

Summer holidays had just begun and Mom religiously packed our suitcases.  Like every year, we would head to Grandpa and Grandma’s house in the country. As much as I loved the contrasting life there, playing in the mud, climbing trees, swinging to my heart’s delight, devouring the delicious food Grandma prepared- what I despised the… Continue reading Dare to be different #SundayFlashFiction

If wishes were horses #FridayFictioneers

Close your eyes, make a wish, seal your wish in a lantern and let it float on the river. Your wish will come true- thus ran the legend. Maya was fascinated as she saw the crowds that thronged the river bank. She made her first wish- as a child she wanted to grow up.The next… Continue reading If wishes were horses #FridayFictioneers

Being Mala #FFFAW #FlashFiction

A lady in her 50’s dressed in baggy pants and a shirt, her hair in a messy bun was pacing up and down the street. Despite a “No entry” board, she walked right past that road, turned around and kept walking in circles. She bent once to tie her shoelace but seemed to be having… Continue reading Being Mala #FFFAW #FlashFiction

F is for Feminist #SundayPhotoFiction

Ria was quiet as she returned home from school today. She had learnt something new in school but when she looked around her, she found something amiss. Teacher had said F is for Feminism which means everyone is equal. Mamma goes out to work and Daddy takes care of the home. Their roles can be… Continue reading F is for Feminist #SundayPhotoFiction