Story Of My Life


The utensils in the kitchen and the onions hold my attention span for a longer time than the Zenga blocks.

The mud in the garden is more delectable than the curd-rice Mommy feeds me.

The pictures on the TV captivate my attention more than the words in my books.

I don’t know, I am always, somehow silently drawn by the strange pull of these unconventional and ‘unapproved’ things.

Am I allowed to follow my heart?

Now, see I am playing drums with this dustbin in this shop here. And I will be hearing anytime now, their oft repeated word, NO!


This is a fiction written for Write Tribe’s 100 Words on Saturday – A Picture Prompt

2d514474-672f-49c4-929e-6b3f8dc84559_zpsbca51962Linking it to January 2014 Ultimate Blog Challenge and NaBloPoMo

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