The Lost Cause


They cried till they could cry no more.

The search for their missing son in the four corners of the earth was fruitless, no suspects were ever identified. patomskycr001-11

Seeing some commotion on their farmland one morning, they pushed their way through the crowd to find a circular spot which had turned barren overnight. In the middle of it lay their son, fast asleep with his head on his arm.

After their fifteen minutes of fame, the return of their son was a fly in the ointment for them.

When asked about his disappearance, he always answered, “I had gone home”.

Linking this to #BARWoWe


Be Yourself


I looked up as a luxury car stopped near me.

A girl stepped out.

‘Why is she dressed like a hobo?’, I wondered.

She had that vibe of rebelliousness with confidence that shone through her.

I smiled as I could relate to that.

I grabbed a pair of scissors and gave myself a new look…. a bit of knee-exposed skin with some calculated tears, styled with the only pair of shoes I had.

I believe, clothes are not meant just to cover yourself, they are also meant to express yourself, not because you have to, but because you want to.


Linking this to Wordy Wednesday at Blog-A-Rhythm


A Love Not Lost


I can’t say our life together has been a smooth sailing, because I’d be lying if I did. There have been too many ups and downs… our hurts and tears give competition to the smiles and laughter. I know, it’s easy to look the other way, but let’s take the time to believe that we don’t hate each other. Let’s make believe that we love each other still. Because when we do that and look into each other’s eyes for just a bit longer, you’ll see that I’m not pretending and may be you will realize that neither are you!

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The Awakening


It’s dark and cloudy with rains lashing relentlessly since morning. It’s as if the sky understands my state of mind and is crying with me.

The wind outside is howling and raging, matching the swirling unease of my soul.

As the day drags on, I keep looking at the door… wondering, hoping…

I know, you are not coming back, but I’m not able to stop myself from waiting.

I look out of the window, as another brutal wave of loneliness engulfs me.

Suddenly the reality of being rejected, unwanted and abandoned hits me, just like this house across the street.


Linking this to NaBloPoMo and #FridayFotoFiction


Change It Up


Tough times don’t come with a warning like dark gloomy clouds or flashing neon sign. But they do come, after all, life’s ups require life’s downs… the rising and crashing waves are part of the same ocean. During these hard times, the challenges he faced were great. The solutions were not in plain sight. Could he let this situation destroy him? No, for he knew that hard things do turn soft after a while. He focussed on what he could control, not what he could not. So, he just went about to keep high aspirations, moderate expectations, and small needs.

Linking this to the Wordy Wednesday @ Blog-A-Rhythm – Sentence Prompt -Keep high aspirations, moderate expectations, and small needs. -William Howard Stein




It was well within his reach. He was tempted to pick it. But looked away the next instant.

A small voice grew loud in his head and in a split of a second invaded it.

He stretched his hand and grabbed it hungrily. With a touch of fingertip, he hurriedly though systematically went about accomplishing his mission.

So engrossed he was that he didn’t hear the bathroom door open. Their eyes met. Hers  flashed with anger, his with embarrassment.

With head in his hands and eyes shut tight, he realized trust, like the soul, never returns once it is gone.

Linking this to Write Tribe’s Write Your Heart Out On The Weekend – #WYHO


You Can’t Know Everything


Knowledge is power! And the hunger for knowledge should be never ending. Thomas Huxley suggested, ‘Try to learn something about everything and everything about something.’

Some would like to know something about everything and some may believe in knowing everything about something!

I think, both are practically impossible, as the depth and breadth of information available today is boundless and bottomless. Is it humanly possible to follow either of the suggestions?

Some brilliant folks might still achieve the impossible but then how will they respond to this thought from Thomas Edison ‘We don’t know a millionth of 1% about anything!

Linking this to Write Tribe’s 100 Words on Saturday Prompt – a quote from Thomas Huxley

Lock Away the Memories


A voice reprimands, but do I heed it? I turn back nevertheless and let the mind wander through the lanes that are familiar and nostalgic. I re-play the moments of the past, turn memories over and over with hope that they turn live again. But they remain frozen in time as eyes shine bright with unshed tears.

I wipe the tears of love that did not last and a time that now is past.

It’s time to lock away the memories of the past from the light of the day and dark of the night to live and smile again!


Linking this to Write Tribe’s 100 Words on Saturday Picture Prompt

Today, I Will…


I turned the knob and opened the door, but it refused to go any further. I pushed harder and heard something crack with a snap. All the drawers were open and things were spilling out of them. I couldn’t walk without stepping on clothes, charging cables, cans, shoes… As I made my way around the workout gear, I toppled the overflowing wastebasket.

When will I learn, I sighed!

I could close the door and keep out.

But No… Today, I will not wait for mom to clean up.  After all, this is my circus and these are my monkeys! #FeelingDetermined


Linking this to Write Tribe’s 100 Words on Saturday Prompt : Today, I will… and and Day 5 of the  5 Photos, 5 Days Challenge for which I was tagged by Genevive Angela

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Stranger in the Park


I noticed the old man sitting on a park bench sobbing his eyes out.

I looked around and saw a woman near him look at him briefly and then turned the other way, like she didn’t see anything, while another man was visibly embarrassed.

I just wished I could take away his pain. I think he must be truly sad to cry in public.

Wonder, what has distressed him. On second thoughts, I don’t need answers, I just want to comfort him.

So, I got up and sat near him, till he smiled, looked into my eyes and petted me.




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Linking this to Write Tribe’s 100 Words on Saturday  prompt : I noticed the old man sitting on a park bench sobbing his eyes out… and Day 4 of the  5 Photos, 5 Days Challenge for which I was tagged by Genevive Angela.

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