Friday Fictioneers- scars

Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochellewisofffields

 

PHOTO PROMPT © Peter Abbey

Fiction

100 words

Scars

Ruby has to cross the lonely footbridge daily on her way to school. She goes and returns with friends, and still mother never forgets to remind her strictly to never pass the bridge alone. Though their colony is very safe, security guards are posted everywhere.

Ruby wonders why mother is so scared. She asks mother.

Mother looks in her eyes. She is so young and innocent; she will not understand it now.

Once mother made a mistake of crossing a footbridge all alone when she was young.

Mother still shivers.

Time heals all wounds but some scars never fade away.

 

 

 

The Daily Post- Sentimental

DAILY PROMPT– Sentimental

I’m  not sentimental  about things or places. We had to move to many places, leave so many things behind when my husband was in a job that I stopped feeling any attachment with any place or thing,  but when  I saw my mother’s swing, after her demise, in my brother’s house, lying in a corner , all  alone, as if  waiting for  waiting for my mother’s touch not knowing she will never come back. With tears in my eyes I caressed it, I tried to comforted it assuming it’s listening to me. (I wanted to bring it back with me, I had gifted it to my mother, but couldn’t ask my brother to give it back to me). I felt my mother’s presence there. I was relieved. It was not lonely. It has lots of memories to live with.

Mother’s swing

The daily Post- Longing

DAILY PROMPT–

Longing

What do I long for?

Love? Friendship? Company of people? Peace?

Sometimes I feel very lonely

And the more lonely I feel

the more lonely I want to be

I don’t want to talk to any one

Don’t want to mix with people

I just want to dwell in my gloominess,

Submerge in my sorrows 

No materialistic pleasure can calm me

Can give me peace

So what is it I want?

Who can understand?

How I’m feeling

What I’m feeling

What I’m longing for

Perhaps I yearn for  that great comfort, calmness, peace, delight? 

I felt when I was in my mother’s lap

 

Limerick Challenge Week 5: Pain

https://mindandlifematters.wordpress.com/2016/01/30/limerick-challenge-week-5-pain hosted by Rashmi

Limerick- Aches 

Mother always  took all the aches in her stride 

She never allowed them to take her for a ride

No pain

No gain

Her conviction and her children were her pride 

Love you Maa, miss you so much

Writing 101, day 14: Recreate a single day

Writing 101, day 14: Recreate a single day.

Magic of Hug

Only once in my life time I did a mischievous act and got punished for it. Friends did it every time ,played pranks on others and got away with it. 

I pulled the chair when my friend was going to sit, she fell down. Nothing happened to her but the chair’s arm fell down too. I was summoned to Mother Superior. She calmly fined me Rs. 13 without any scolding.

When I told my mother, She paid the fine but she scolded me terribly even after me saying sorry to her and my friend, and also that it was my first mischief. Wasn’t I her youngest and pet child? How could she do it to me? 

 I did not eat and went to sleep early. 

After some time I felt a warm drop on my cheek and a hand patting my head.

I got up. Mother was there with food and requested me to eat. In fact I was very hungry and secretly waiting for that.

She hugged me and made me promise never to do it again.

I love you and miss you maa.

बहुत पड़ी थी डांट
शरारत खूब जो की थी
खींचे गए थे कान
शिकायत सबने की थी
रोना धोना किया खूब
और बिन खाए ही सो गए
नींद में किसने सर सहलाया
गालों पे दी पप्पी
अरे!मना रही थी अम्मा मुझको
दे जादू की झप्पी|

~ Indira

जादू की झप्पी

 

 

Writing 101, Day 13: Compose a series of vignettes

 

Haunting Eyes

Eyes are the most prominent feature of anyone’s face we can never forget especially then when they are trying to convey something. 

I can never forget those haunting eyes.

My mother’s eyes.

She had very expressive eyes. She never scolded us. Just a cold look would make us stop on our track. She controlled us with her eyes. Words were never necessary. She communicated very well with her eyes. I can never forget her eyes when her time to leave this world came. What goes inside the mind of the person who knows his/her time has come. What was there in her eyes apart from love, blessings? Fear of leaving loved ones? Fear of unknown? Something was there in her eyes which still haunt me.

I can never forget those haunting eyes.

One evening all alone, .I was roaming in my garden. After some time I went to a nearby pillar with a grape-vine surrounding it. I kept my hand on the pillar. After few seconds suddenly my sixth sense alerted me. I had an eerie feeling. There was stillness in the atmosphere, everything was very quiet.   Someone was watching me. If someone watches you intensely, you will find that your sixth sense alerts you. I was not able to breathe, my heart fluttering badly. I don’t believe in ghosts or demons but for a second I thought what if all that is true. I stood still for some time. After taking several deep breaths, I turned my head towards my hand; just few inches away two small frightened eyes were watching me. I discovered that it was a big fat green caterpillar. I felt ashamed of my behaving as childishly as it was more frightened than me. Slowly I moved away from it leaving it to enjoy its meal.

I can never forget those haunting eyes.

My dog was on his death-bed, hid head on my lap. His requesting, pleading, tear filled eyes asking me how I can let him go. I could not save him. But those eyes remained in my mind for ever.

Friday Fictioneers- 26 Dec.2014- LESSON

rochelle is here with a new photo prompt by Björn Rudberg.

 

LESSON

‘I cannot go up mother; it’s hard to climb up.’ I whined.

‘Yes you can, first drop all those things weighing you down.’ Mother cajoled.

‘ Pride, prejudices,envy,anger, hatred, any negative emotion you have drop at each step Then you will notice how easy it is to reach the top   but remember it’s hard to go up and stay there but easy to come down.’

‘How do you know?

‘Because I was there once.’

“Why not come with me?

‘I am retired. Now I will stay here and help people go up.’

Weekly Photo Challenge- Nostalgic

Weekly Photo Challenge: Nostalgic

NOSTALGIA

Can someone bring back
Carefree childhood
Caring loving parents, siblings
Sweet lingering memories of the time spent with
Spouse, children, relatives and friends
Lovely memories of
Daughter and son’s marriage
Arrival of granddaughter

Unforgettable time spent in
Traveling so many places,
Meeting with so many people

Swimming through my memory lane
cherishing, savoring, relishing all
As if it all happened yesterday
How time flies by
Leaving behind
NOSTALGIA

~ Indira

My mother and me at Puri sea beach

My granddaughter Bonita

My first encounter with nature was at Bhedaghat, waterfall Jabalpur when I was six years old.( Google Images)

SUNDAY POST : Mothers Day

SUNDAY POST : Mothers Day

Happy Mothers Day to All Mothers

The best relation between a mother and a child is friendship.

 

1- There is only one pretty child in the world, and every mother has it.
Chinese Proverb

2- And remember that behind every successful woman……is a basket of dirty laundry.
Inspirational Quotes on Mothers Day by: Unknown

3- Insanity is hereditary; you get it from your children.
Sam Levenson

4- No gift to your mother can ever equal her gift to you – life

Anonymous quotes

5- When you are a mother, you are never really alone in your thoughts. A mother always has to think twice, once for herself and once for her child.
Sophia Loren, Women and Beauty

6- Being a full-time mother is one of the highest salaried jobs… since the payment is pure love.
Mildred B. Vermont

7- The real religion of the world comes from women much more than from men – from mothers most of all, who carry the key of our souls in their bosoms.
Oliver Wendell Holmes

8- The moment a child is born, the mother is also born.
She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new.
Rajneesh( OSHO)

9- Women do not have to sacrifice personhood if they are mothers. They do not have to sacrifice motherhood in order to be persons. Liberation was meant to expand women’s opportunities, not to limit them. The self-esteem that has been found in new pursuits can also be found in mothering.
Elaine Heffner

10- Mothers hold their children’s hands for a short while, but their hearts forever.
Unknown

 

Mothers hold their children’s hands for a short while, but their hearts forever.

 

 

 

Cookies Crumble

Friends, this is supposed to be a horror story, written exclusively for my daughter ‘Somkritya’ but my husband found it very funny and started laughing, so I’m sharing it with you. This is my first attempt to write a story.

                       Cookies Crumble

She was never afraid of ghosts. In fact, all the ghosts, demons, witches, gnomes, angels and fairies were her friends. They lived under her bed, around her, in fact in every corner of her house. She played with them, made fun of them and they were never ever angry with her, in fact joined her in fun.

Today was a tiresome day. House keeper didn’t come. There was power cut for half of the day. There was water problem in her area. To brighten her mood, she tried to make cookies. In spite of doing every step correctly, cookies crumbled. She was very disappointed. Feeling very tired, she went to bed. Suddenly she remembered, she has asked her mother to write a ghost story for her. She started laughing. Her mother could not write a story more over she never believed in ghost. So it was out of her imagination, but to tease her she has asked her to write for her. Still laughing she switched off the light and rolled on the bed.

Suddenly there was light in the room, she saw her mother was sitting on the easy chair. She was looking intently at her. She inquired, when did you come? You didn’t tell me you were coming? Mother just smiled, and then started laughing shrilly. It was very eerie laugh. Her mother’s face became distorted and she started crumbling just like cookies.

She woke up with a start. Room was dark. Her alarm clock was ringing frenziedly. She switched off the clock, switched on the light. Her clothes were wet with her sweat. She laughed at her dream, and then she noticed, there was a small heap of cookies on the easy chair.

 

Cartoon by SOMKRITYA