It happened one night…






The wind blew furiously and soon it started to rain. After a hot day, the cold breeze brought much-needed refreshment and we all became very happy.

I was in a kitchen, making a tea for my family, when I heard a pathetic chirping of a bird. Our flowering shrubs had been home to many birds. So, I got alarmed by that voice and asked my sister to come with me.

What we saw outside was a baby dove huddled against the wind. The poor bird was probably blown away from its nest.  The little bird was frightened. We got worried and the whole family gathered outside. Everyone proposed his or her own idea, but my father gently took the bird in his hands and carried him inside.

My mother placed a basket in an inverted position and my elder sister wrapped the bird in an old shirt and carefully placed him on the sheet of paper.

Children were especially very excited. They kept sitting around the bird and continued to examine it. At last, when it was very late, my mother scolded them and asked them to go to their beds. The morning was bright and sunny. So, after breakfast, my father took the baby dove outside and gently placed him on the wall.

The window of our drawing room opened in a garden. So, we all gathered there and started to look at the bird. I must admit that never, in my life I had ever seen such a touching scene.

There it was a pair of a light brown colored “mourning dove”. The father and the mother doves were grooming their chick. They were cleaning his feathers and gently pushing him with their beaks.

The golden sunshine was filtering through the green leaves and was gently caressing the happy doves. It occurred to me that the cOO oo-woo-woo of the dove was no more plaintive. In fact, it was a happy song of the delighted heart of a dove. The bird who was earlier mourning the loss of his baby was now singing the happy song of reunion.

That beautiful scene is still fresh in my mind. I can never forget that care and love of a dove for its chick.


The observation of a little child!









Changing clothes of her one-week-old child, Sara observed that her three-year-old daughter standing by the window was looking out at something.

There were cream colored eggs in the sparrows nest and the child was curiously observing them.

Sara tenderly stroked the hair of her daughter and said, “Soon there’ll be cute little babies in the nest.”

Her daughter shrieked in an amazement and asked, “Will mama sparrow would also lay on a hospital bed with a needle in her hand?”

The question was so sudden that Sara found it difficult to come up with some answer. And, at that very moment baby started to cry.

Sara rushed towards his cot and took him up in her arms.

After the baby stopped crying. Sara thought of her daughter’s question and smiled. She had never realized that kids are good at observing their surroundings.



Five Photos-Five stories Day 3











On one bright Sunday morning, Maggie was busy in getting everything ready for preparing sweet potato chips. Her husband was out of city due to his work. So, Maggie had some free time which she had decided to spend in the kitchen.

She was slicing the potatoes when her younger daughter Susan came running inside the home. She had been playing outside with her elder sister Anna and her cheeks seemed bright red. Out of breath she asked, “Mom, When can we have chips?” Maggie smiled at her show of impatience and said, “Soon Dear!”.

Susan ran away shouting in excitement, “Hurrah! Mama is great”. It reminded Maggie of some faded image from her past but she tried to ignore it by keeping herself busy in her work.

She tossed the chips with the seasoning of coconut oil. Spreading them out in a layer on a baking tray, she placed them in the oven.

After twenty minutes the chips were ready to eat. The girls had already set the table and their happy faces made Maggie’s effort worthwhile.

Sitting on a table she observed her daughters. Little Susan had just uttered a jest that filled Anna with the mirth. They were laughing and they were enjoying eating chips.

Maggie was quite absorbed in her thoughts when Anna insisted that she taste them. She stroked her hair tenderly and took a bite. It was then that she felt a lump in her mouth.

Till then she had been trying hard to stop her tears. But, now tears came rolling down her eyes.

It’s strange that eating food sometimes elicits sad memory from our past. The mere taste of sweet potato chips reminded Maggie of her mother.



Many thanks to Ruchi for giving me an opportunity to participate in this “Five Photos – Five Stories” challenge. I’m supposed to post a picture, one per day for five days, and write five stories one for each day.

Today, I’d like to select saadia peerzada to come and join me in this challenge.

You need to post a picture every day for five days and write a story that go along with it. It can be a piece of fiction or non fiction. Don’t worry there is no restriction for the length of your writing.

This challenge is not mandatory. But, I hope you’ll accept it. Believe me you’ll have a lot of fun.

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