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.
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.
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.
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
My father wanted to see me strong but throughout my childhood I continued to remain a frightened boy. Today, I’m an altered person but that change in my personality is due to an accident.
On one foggy day, I and my friend went for a morning walk when a pack of wild dogs attacked us. The mere sight of furious dogs made me to shiver and losing my control, I fell on the ground. The next moment, I saw my friend providing me a shield but the dogs confronted him. I remember them locking their jaws around his neck and to this day, I’m ashamed of my decision.
I ran for my life.
Sitting beside the window, I’m watching the melancholy shades of late afternoon sun. It’s been ten years now but the memories of that incident are still fresh.
I remember reading that only a horse is known to weep for its dying master but today the master is crying for his faithful friend.
Back in June 2015, I wrote this piece for Flash Fiction for Aspiring writers.
In school he was ready to fight for his brothers and at home he was always willing to share his things with them. Such was his compassionate nature that didn’t allow him to see me sad and the day I asked him to join his father’s business, he cried for disobeying me.
I thought I knew him well but it’s only been a day that I came to understand the purpose of his life.While receiving the folded flag, I was told that his plane was flying above the school and in order to save lives, my son never ejected.