That final adieu was painful and yet I tried to forget everything but life without him was hard. In those days when I was depressed, my father encouraged me to take some decision.
I tried again and this time I was successful for once I took freedom from past and future also, I found solace in life.
Written for Three Line Tales, Week 136
photo by Baher Khairy via Unsplash
When I opened the door of my room, I saw my three year and four year daughters were looking afraid.
I followed their gaze and on seeing the crumpled bed sheet, I smiled.
Later, when I joined my daughters in their adventure of jumping on my bed, they were amazed but I knew that it was necessary for I learned that things place in apple-pie order appear nice to eyes but at times too much order can makes it difficult to breath.
It’s been a while that I read some research on the importance of a bit of clutter in life. I too like to keep things in order but I’ve also noticed that too much obsession for neatness and order can make life really tough.
Above three lines are not directly link to the picture but in the morning when I was thinking to write some post on this topic, I though of nothing but the word apple-pie order.
This post is in response to by Sonya.
On my way back to home, I was worried and I was tense, yet I smiled the moment I saw that bright face boy.
I know when sunlight fades, darkness emerges, it is part of nature; we can’t change it but the thing which could be changed is the way we look towards life and I feel no shame in admitting that a ten-year-old boy has recently taught me this lesson.
I’m happy and I admit that the image of that boy on wheel-chair would always act as a light-house in my life.
This post is in response to by Sonya. The photo for this challenge is provided by William Bout.
Ours was a group in class, who never showed interest in studies and the day our teacher’s daughter died, imagining a day-off from Mathematics we took a sigh of relief but when we were busy in chatting and enjoying ourselves, the classroom door opened and the weary face of our teacher appeared.
On that day he was coming straight from graveyard and when one of his colleagues asked him to take a leave; he broke into tears and said,
“Perhaps this act of mine would make God happy and He’ll make home for my daughter in Paradise.”
(Above story is an inspiration from a real life event which I read in a book of a civil servant.)
This post is in response to Three Line Tales, Week Thirty-Six by SONYA. Picture for this week’s challenge is provided by Mike Wilson.
I’m seventy and when I’ve lived life to its fullest, people consider me lucky but I think myself an unfortunate person who despite having loved ones in life never tried to own them.
Today, when I’m losing my strength, I can hear the voice of my father who was aware of my feelings of displeasure which I always possessed for my aunts and uncles and explaining the importance of relations in life he once gave me an example
He had said,
“Ever noticed animals? They preferred to remain in herd!”
This post is in response to Three Line Tales, Week Thirty-Five by Sonya. This magical photo prompt is courtesy to Rebecca Johnston.
Down in a street, eyeing a yellow car, I wished to drive it.
Walking under a sizzling heat of June’s sun, I though to get a car.
I dreamt of a car and got cars for myself. True, we make plans but God’s plans are best.
This post is in response to Three Lines Tales by Sonya. Image courtesy Wolf Schram.
With four lines this is my three lines tale 🙂
Stories are on streets, stories are on leaves but my story is different, it’s been weaved in yarn sweater. Thirty years ago, my grandma made it for me and today when my daughter wore it, it was still looking new.
Never before in my life, I had ever realized but it’s true that at times, tales of love and care become immortal.
This post is in response to Three Line Tales, Week Thirty-Three by Sonya. The photo is a courtesy to Philip Estrada.
For a long time, he remained disappeared and when I was sure that I had lost him, he suddenly came back in my life. For me time seemed to stop and only when he fell into my arms, I realized it was not a dream.
I wanted to capture the moment and holding my long lost son, I froze the time.
This post is in response to Three Line Tales week thirty by Sonya. Photo prompt by Rachel Crowe.
In life sometimes a slight drizzle can obscure one’s vision but what is more important is a fact that in this journey mere feeling of suspicion could also result in parting of ways.
I never wanted my younger sister to repeat the mistake and today when she got married, she asked my advice and I replied
“Remember if ever there’s a key to successful marriage then it’s only trust..”
This post is a response to Three Line Tales, Week Eighteen by Sonya.
Photo by Wilson Lau
Our school was not far and a walk back to home was not more than five minutes but when it was hot, it felt the distance would never end, and only the idea of drinking cold lemonade would give us much needed strength.
Today when so much has changed, the heat wave of summer season remained same and this morning while buying vegetables, I also bought some fresh lemons and thinking about sweet and sour memories of my childhood, I smiled.
I’m a mother of two and my mom was a mother of seven, she was strict but in the scorching heat of June’s sun the way she prepared lemonade showed her love for her kids.
This post is a response to Three Line Tales, Week Fifteen by SONYA author of the blog Only 100 Words.
TLT photo prompt by Erol Ahmed