FF: Am I in love yet?

PC: Roger Bultot

I knew I loved her. But, I wasn’t sure if I was “in love” with her. I wanted someone to validate it for me. I know I sound really shallow but that’s how it is.

Here I am, standing in this grand ballroom of this ancient house with so many people here to witness our wedding. I am on the verge of a nervous breakdown, I want someone to tell me that I love her.

Then I look up, I see her coming down the spiral stairs, looking like a regal angel in white. The radiance on her face is mesmerizing.

I see twinkly fireworks in my head. It’s I guess God’s way of making me fall “in love” with her finally.

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers

ABCW: K with a Twist

PC: aliexpress

Dear Reader,

Say the below words real fast as many times as you can, and comment down where you had to stop and why.

A knapsack strap. A knapsack strap. A knapsack strap.

Go on. Try it!

All the best

This post is written for ABC Wednesday - K

SWG: Stevey

THIS WEEK'S WORDS come from "The Mermaids" by Marianne Boruch: spell, concept, offering, badass, whale, dolphin, murderous, whimsy, core, singing, expanse, steely 

Stevey, was a nice orphan in a small town. But, he was born with  steely eyes and murderous gaze. Everyone made fun of him. This  hurt him to the core. One day he decided "No more nice guy", from that day on he turned a badass, this town loathed.

PC: hercampus/Songofthesea

One evening, Stevey was sitting alone gazing at the vast expanse of the ocean. He sat there spell bound at the blues of the ocean and the orange of the sky.

The dancing waves, gave him an abstract concept. He wanted to do something whimsy for the sea, like an offering from him. He wanted to thank the sea for accepting him the way he is and not making fun of him.

He bent down and started singing the song that his mother taught him. The music, the tone, the voice was mesmerizing. The whales, dolphins and sea creatures came to listen to him. His singing, became famous in the town, people from far far away came to hear him sing.

One day, a miracle happened, the most beautiful, the most rumored mermaid came out if the ocean to offer her love to this man who had made her and her sea creatures happy.

From that day on, bad guy Stevey became the best singer Steve and the husband of the prettiest woman the land or water has ever seen

This post is written for Sunday Whirligig - 77

FF: Mom's Organic Love

PC: Shaktiki Sharma

She was all of 90, with wrinkly face, frail looking limbs but full of energy and a radiant smile on her face.

She had two grinding stones in her tiny yard. One was for grinding medicines and other was solely reserved for Wednesdays.

Her son came from the city every Wednesday, she diligently sat down every Wednesday mornings to grind aromatic masalas for him to take back.

Son “Ma, why cant you rest? These stones are too heavy, and we get masalas in the organic store”

Her: “What's Organic?”

Son: “No pesticides, fresh things”

With a chuckle she said “ha, then I have been making organic all my life”

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers 

SWG: Wise Pixie

THIS WEEK'S WORDS come from "The Ancestors Explain How Envy Grew" by Afaa Michael Weaver: hush, crying, missing, cheese, chocolate, ending, jagged, rubbing, proper, alphabet, wealth, neighbors 

Little Meera was standing on the pavement of her old house staring at the neighbors dining room window.

PC: 99host

Slowly tears started clouding her vision. She doesn’t remember when she started crying standing there in her tattered clothes. Her mother was clearing the last remains of her old house that has been sold a few weeks back to pay off her father’s gambling debts.

Seeing Meera sob, her mother came to her and hushed her with soothing words of a better life, beautiful countryside.

Little Meera, missed her old home. She missed the wine and cheese, she missed the chocolate pudding,. Her mother and her had not had a proper meal since they moved out of old house.

Meera, sat silently on the stone of the man-pond at the end of her garden, wishing and praying all to be back to normal.She started drawing alphabets on the water, she hated her tear-stained reflection on the water. Suddenly something from inside the water jagged her fingers, a tiny pain shot up her arms. Meera got up that rock and started rubbing her hurt fingers and saw a small pixie came out of the water and sat on the same rock that she was sitting a while back. The little pixie in shimmery green dress smiled at her and said “Your wealth is you. This isn’t the ending. Smile and I will always be with you”

This post is written for Sunday Whirligig 76

FF: Signs

PC: Vijaya Sundaram

He says pointing at the window on the left: “The day I come, you will see scenes in red, the color of our love, from that window of your bedroom”

Her: “I think I will push my bed to that window then”

These were the last words spoken between them. No phone calls, no messages, no letters no contact with each other.

He was her only family and he was gone.

She waited every day, every night beside that window. And after 10 years, at the stroke of midnight there was a blast of red fireworks.

Her door bell rang. And there he stood in his army uniform.

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers - Sept 2nd