Tears of Joy #SundayPhotoFiction

Uncle Sam was seated at his usual place in the park, having his customary snack and iced ¬†latte. I hesitated. I better offer my condolences quickly and get done with this. I always sucked at this one thing. “What do I say to a man who has just lost his companion of 35 years?” As… Continue reading Tears of Joy #SundayPhotoFiction

The Proposal #SundayPhoto Fiction

Henry cleared his throat, he had to be careful not to drop his prized catch- the silver fish which he had caught after a very long time. “Should I take your silence as a yes” Maya looked at him as if he was crazy “Which moron told you my silence means yes? I am still… Continue reading The Proposal #SundayPhoto Fiction

Invisible shackles #SundayPhotoFiction

The leopard inspected her new surroundings with a sense of despair- the cage left her with a sickening feeling but she couldn’t let her emotions drown her else her cub would sense the reality. “Mommy I aint liking this, why are we caged? I love the open jungles where I can breathe fresh air, hunt… Continue reading Invisible shackles #SundayPhotoFiction

The cycle of life #SundayPhotoFiction

Adam roamed aimlessly on the streets of Venice- the beautiful city which held dear memories since decades. As a child, he clutched his Mumma’s hand as they walked on this very street- as his Mom bought some custard and pie and he had his weekly treat of popsicles. He then grew up and walked with… Continue reading The cycle of life #SundayPhotoFiction

A holiday with a difference #SundayPhotoFiction

Sam and Phil were back in mountains. Winter time meant skiing, snow boarding , endless cups of hot cocoa and bonding time as a family. Right from the time Sam was a baby, his parents Phil and Fiona made it a point to take him to the mountains every year during winters. This year it… Continue reading A holiday with a difference #SundayPhotoFiction

Living in Fairyland -Sunday Photo Fiction

Aria looked at the tiny board with her mouth wide open. She pointed her chubby finger and exclaimed in glee” Mumma look fairies welcome here” Does that mean real fairies come here at night and live in this tiny house, sit in this garden and eat gingerbread cake like in the stories?” I looked at… Continue reading Living in Fairyland -Sunday Photo Fiction