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
Thank you Dorothy for this lovely picture
December 2, 1997
Today, Alen woke me up early. He knew well that I slept late in night but all he care about is discipline in life.
At times, he’s bossy but mother is always on his side and has given him every right to bring discipline in my life.
How could a big brother be so ruthless in waking his younger brother for a bicycle ride and that too seven in the morning?
I read somewhere that a child’s prayer is readily heard. God please help and take my brother away from me, he’s strict and I want freedom in my life…”
August 9, 2017
I just saw an old note in diary. Twenty years ago, I didn’t know the importance of Allen in my life and today when I bid him farewell, I realized his importace in my life.
Alen was my big brother, he was my friend but more than anything else he was the son of soil.
Thank you Alen for making me what I am today
May you Rest in peace bro
The above story is in response to flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by PricelessJoy.
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.
This is a cold winter day and while my fingers are busy in writing, my mind is strolling in that street.The cloudy sky of that evening is still fresh in my mind.
I and you, we were just two there. That was the last day of our university and while walking on that street, I had said that no matter what I would never get married and you in your calm voice had replied that sooner or later I would change my perception and here I confess that I was wrong.
I agree that marriage is the most beautiful relationship and never before I had imagined that life could be so full of colors.
Sharp and bright, soft and light this is now how I defines my life and when everyone complains that winter sun is getting lazy, I believe it’s still okay.
Happy wedding anniversary to my beautiful wife.
I originally wrote this for the challenge named it’sStillOkay, put forth by Prakash Hegade. This time on seeing the picture above, I found it beautiful and can’t resist re-posting the letter.
Thank you Louise from the storyteller’s Abode for the beautiful picture. Many thanks to PricelessJoy for hosting this event.
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.
My dreams of getting married to a prince charming got shattered the day when my quiet nature husband entered in my life. I was young and in those early days of my marriage being lively, I was expecting him to show same kind of emotions but when he didn’t speak much, it made me angry. In those moments of my severe anger, he would simply smile and preferred to read books in his library.
With the passage of time; I started developing feelings of hatred for his books. To this day, I can’t believe how could I thought in that way but on that morning when I entered in library with the aim to hide his books, I saw his diary was placed on desk. I knew it was wrong but curiosity engulfed my mind and with the strange feelings of discovering an unknown land, I started reading his diary.
Previous night, he was writing
“Anna, my love of life is young and naïve. I don’t know what sort of love is this but I like her more when she fights with me. I don’t know how to express but I love her a lot…”
As my lips curled in a smile, a tear fell from my eye.
It’s been a while and today I know life is not a fairy-tale. Brian is still a man of quite nature but I don’t complain much for I know if he cares about me then he sure loves me.
This post is in response to Sunday Photo Fiction – October 9th 2016 by Sunday Fiction
On hearing that she looked like a pink rose, Granny would smile her trade-mark smile.
She loved to remain active and when other women spend their time in gossiping, Granny preferred to remain in kitchen.
Those were some interesting circumstances in which our first interaction took place. After two weeks of my marriage, my husband called me from office and told me that he was bringing some guests for dinner. I was inexperienced in cooking and on receiving that news, I started crying. Granny lived next to my house, and on hearing me crying like a child, she at once took responsibility of preparing dinner for me.
I remember, everything in her home was clean and it won’t be an exaggeration if I’ll write that her kitchen was sparkling. I saw her pantry and comparing it with my own at home, I felt ashamed of myself. Milk, spices, nuts and boxes were placed in such an order that even a blind person could find them easily. On that day, I not only learned how to cook but I also learned the importance of keeping things in order.
It’s been a while and these days when Granny is ill, I’m not only sending her flowers but also sending her this picture of my pantry.
I know, on receiving these gifts she would smile her trade-mark smile.
This post is in response to FFfAW Challenge – Week of October 11, 2016 by Priceless Joy. Thanks Maria for providing this beautiful image.
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.
I admit I was elder but it was you who always acted like a responsible child. I was nervous; you were confident, I was reserved; you were frank and despite the age difference of five years you were my best friend.
I had complete trust in you. Once, getting furious, I was on the brink of losing my control when you came to rescue me. Holding my hand you took me into a garden. There we both planted flowers and you asked me to water them daily. I took great care of them and on that calm morning after taking their picture you never forget to remind me the importance of spreading love in life.
On that day, standing beside you, I promised that I would never lose control of myself again.
It’s been a long time and I’m still keeping my promise. I’ve selected my dress and soon I’m going to start my new life. I very much like you to be here with me but I’m not going to lose my temper. For, I’m aware that where ever I’ll go your support would always be with me.
My brave pilot, May you always fly high
Lots of love from your sister
This post is written for Sunday Photo Fiction – September 25th – October 2nd 2016 by Sunday Fiction.
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 🙂