Only If #FFFAW #FlashFiction

I look up- pristine white mountains, conifer trees with snow adorning the leaves, the playground looks quite a different sight with a snowy layer. How I loved winters- the chilly days, hot cups of cocoa, going up the mountains and skiing with Jeeya. Jeeya and I- our world was complete. My daughter, friend, guide, agony… Continue reading Only If #FFFAW #FlashFiction

Not so funny #FFFAW #FlashFiction

I love long drives, racing down the highway with my favourite music barring through the speaker, as the cool breeze blows in my ears. Without a care about the world. It sets me free. I badly needed the road trip after the fiasco at work. I suddenly see a lone figure waving at me frantically.… Continue reading Not so funny #FFFAW #FlashFiction

The Proposal #FFFAW #FlashFiction

Maya looked around in awe- she was wonderstruck by the natural beauty. Birds chirped in the distance and the water glistened as the sun shone brightly. While she would have loved to sing her favourite Bollywood romantic song in such a wonderful setting, there was something that made her uneasy. It was Rahul, her childhood… Continue reading The Proposal #FFFAW #FlashFiction

For the love of slippers #FFFAW #FlashFiction

Rows and Rows of slippers, different designs, colours, texture as they adorned the makeshift rack she had built. Every morning she spent a few minutes with them- just she and the shoes. Her face gleamed as she touched each one of them lovingly, caressing them and blowing a kiss. “Why on earth do you need… Continue reading For the love of slippers #FFFAW #FlashFiction

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