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
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.
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.
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.
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Back in June 2015, I wrote this piece for Flash Fiction for Aspiring writers.
She wanted to find the perfect gift to express how she truly felt about her mother.
She looked for some dress and then for some jewelry but soon dropped the idea, for she remembered that her mother preferred to remain simple and when she parked a car in front of a book store, she thought to buy a book but didn’t enter in a book shop, for there were already a great number of them at home.
It was getting late and she was desperately looking for some gift when on seeing something, her eyes sparkled and a smile appeared on her face.
On that evening after cutting a cake,both mother and daughter stayed up till late at night. The smell of fresh roses filled the room as holding the hand of her mother she enjoyed listening her talking.
Earlier in the day, when she was looking for some gift, she saw a woman who was enjoying listening to the chattering of her child.
At that moment, she realized that all her mother wanted was but her time.
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Today’s Prompt:
She wanted to find the perfect gift to express how she truly felt about her mother.
The continuous search left him tired. He was looking for some green spot but everything seemed to be hidden behind the misty cloak.
The smog covered the road and in such helpless condition; a silent prayer emerged from his doleful heart and next moment his thirsty eyes found that spot.
Kneeling on ground, child was busy in digging a plant when he felt something fell on ground.
It was a bird.
He took the bird in his hands and tried to feel the presence of life but bird didn’t move.
Then, softly and gently, he placed it on the ground where little leaves of freshly planted tree silently cried for that deceased bird and moment the yellow sunshine fell on ground, boy saw an unusual scene.
Later, no one believed but the boy was sure that lying under the shade of green leaves, the bird smiled for a last time.
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This post is a response to Sunday Photo Fiction hosted by Alistair Forbes.
My words, My life 