FF: Homecoming

PC: Dale Rogerson

 Snowflakes danced, weaving a delicate veil over the familiar streets of her childhood. Four years

had passed since she last stood here, her heart aching with memories. The old school, its red-brick walls etched with laughter and whispered secrets, now stood silent, as if holding its breath. The swings in the park, once her refuge, swayed gently under the weight of snow, whispering forgotten promises. And there, by the frozen pond, she traced the ghost of her first kiss—a stolen moment that lingered like frost on her lips. Homecomings were meant to warm the soul, but hers felt bittersweet, like snow melting into tears.

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers-16-Feb-24

PS: I used to write every week for 2 years until 2019. I plan to resume back from now on.

SFF: Selfie

Meow “Yo! Roostie, You are supposed to be my lunch”

Rooster “Cmon dude, we are high today, What did we just drink”

Meow “I think the madam calls it wine, its meant for us cats and masters”

Rooster “wine, are you kidding me, you ungrateful, stupid looking things should only drink milk that our moo produces, this drink is for us hard working roosters”

Meow “What hard work”

Rooster “we wake up early and koodookoo unlike you who laze around all a day”

Meow “yeah whatever”

PC: DeAnna Gossman

Rooster “Hey, do you know how this flat black thing works”

Meow “You are so ignorant, that black flat things is called cell phone, its supposedly magic”

*Rooster steps on the cell phone and camera opens*

Rooster and Meow who are high on wine look into the selfie cam and get a shock of their life

Both together “Woah! Holy Molly, Who are these people inside the flat black cell thing? This isn’t magic, this is black magic”


This post is written for Sunday Photo Fiction

FF: Strange

I am blogging again after more than 2 years. I hope atleast this year I can keep up and write as much as I want to.

Well, let me start with Friday Fictioneers.

PC: Roger Bultot

Maarech was trying to get super cool to his friends who were visiting Hong Kong for the first time.

This is called “The Sanctum”. This is the place where Ancient One & Mordo kept the secret books.

Kavin “Dude, is this even for real”

Maarech “It is. C’mon trust me. I might have seen weird lights coming out of that round window”

Viker “There he goes again bragging about some imaginary story”

Suddenly, the clouds flood in, the skies turn dark, and green lights start flashing, lightning starts crashing and there appear “Dr. Strange & Mordo” with smiles saying “Hi Maarech”

This post is written for Friday Ficitoneers - 15th Nov 2019

WPS: RIP

Edmund Pettus Bridge, Selma, AL | Google Maps

That dreadful night, when the tiny town was sleeping, one family was frantically looking out for their 24-year-old son. His phone was switched off. He suddenly one evening started proclaiming his love for Satan and stayed locked in his room all day. He was taking medication for depression after many sessions with the doctor. He seemed to be getting back to normal.

He said he is going out for a stroll, and did not return until very late. After, hours of searching, the day broke, clear skies and the sunrise woke the tiny town to a gruesome truth, that occurred last night.

The words in the local newspaper read, “24 year old youth, killed an infant and a pregnant woman, screaming the name of Satan and jumped off the bridge calling it the ultimate sacrifice”

This post is written for What Pegman Saw

FF: Memories

I returned home after 15 years. My land, My Mexico, its Mehico for me. I drive by Red Mtn Deli and so many memories have come flooding by.

PC: Jean L. Hays

I came here for my first date with Gina. We practiced with our first band in the garage here. Pops used to give us milkshakes for free. I had my first heartbreak here. I was here with my friends when the announcement on radio came for me to join back my brothers in the army. This is the last place I saw my friends saying a tearful goodbye.

All of this before our Red Mtn Market and Deli was attacked by terrorists.

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers

ABCW: Home

My biggest dream has been to buy a house.
Someday, while working on it, that house became a home

The house of brick and cement
Became a home with love and family

PC

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The best hotels can't match the coziness of my messy home
The nicest sleep is always on my own bed rather than the plushiest bed anywhere

Wherever I travel, there are so many things that remind me of home
Smell of coffee, that freshly baked bread

My favorite corner beside my bed
That peeling wallpaper

My home is not perfect
But, its special

It is Mine.

This post is written for ABC Wednesday - H

ABCW: My Little Girl

I am writing my blog again after a year. I am again writing on ABC Wednesday I guess after a very long time. My first letter in this season happens to be "G" 
This year this letter happens to be very special to be because I have a little baby Girl

A little angel descended from the heaven into my arms

Precious and priceless, she is my handful of happiness

When she smiles at me, my heart skips a beat

When she cries, my eyes too weep

Dressing her up is a sheer joy

Her little antics makes me cuddle her all day

My little sunshine, brightens my day

She makes me complete

My precious pearl

Is my tiny little Girl

This post is written for ABC - Wednesday

SWG: Those Words

THIS WEEK'S WORDS come from the last stanza of the book-length poem "The Prodigal" by Derek Walcott: dolphins, wait, embers, wedge, elation, benediction, fury, line, prophecy, soar, certainly, shines

Meera's life was a tragedy. She started to believe in every magic, prediction, zodiacs every astrologers. But most of them were fakes and took undue advantage of Meera's desperation.

PC

One day, while Meera was waiting in line for the bus, an old man,with a very serene face and white beard wearing an amber robe, walked up to Meera, looked straight into her eyes and said 

"Fury will create a wedge in your life. 

Your long wait  will be over. 

Your popularity shall  soar,  stars are going to shine, You shall be elated soon

In the shores of a beach, where certain kind of dolphins live, your love waits near the warmth of the embers"

Having said these words of benediction the man walked away, Meera stood there dumbfounded. The man vanished at a distance. 

It seemed like a prophecy. It seemed like God!

This post is written for Sunday Whirligig

WPS: Ghost Town

Zhao came here as a tourist, but this place, it haunted him. He has dreamt about this place so many times and always woke up sweating. He felt as if he has been here before, he knew the place where an old man used to sell tea. The window above had rose trellis, and Mrs. Ping used to bake bao there. Deja Vu!

Songxicun, China | Gao Shian, Google Maps

How did he know that? According to people, this city was burnt down to ashes  80 years ago. Later, they found out that one man was murdered here while the whole city was away in the New Year Carnival.

While, walking down the street a  very old woman, saw him and gave out a wail. She held Zhao's hand and said "Oh my God! Yansing, I am so happy, my prayers are answered, you are back"
Zhao stood there confused, the old lady brought out a picture from her purse, it was a black and white photo of a man, who looked exactly like Zhao, it was the picture of the man who was murdered in this town. Zhao was shocked, surprised, lot of mixed emotions.

The old lady looked straight into Zhao's eyes and said "Do you believe in rebirths?" She gave him a knowing smile and a piece of paper and suddenly vanished into thin air.

Zhao stood in the middle of this ghost town and fainted when he opened the little paper in his hand.

This post is written for What Pegman Saw - 16th Feb

Gone with the Fire!

This post is written for the Friday Ficitoneers after almost a year. I have butterflies in my tummy while writing.

PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala

While staring at the fire bonfire, Michelle could only think of the last night she spent in Rohelio’s arms.

 That cold winter night with hot chocolate, when they sat by the fire in her backyard making promises of never letting go. That night of an amazing love-making session and drifting off to sleep in those strong tanned arms. She started to dream of a life with him without any inhibitions, or responsibilities, money didn’t seem very important to him, is what he said.

The morning was when the reality hit hard, when she found him gone with her money, her car and her valuables, leaving her with nothing but a burnt log of ashes from the fire they were sitting beside the previous night.

I am Back!

Hi Everyone,

I have been away from the blog for a ridiculously long time now.
Well, I have my reasons, I was pregnant with my first child and I was too busy concentrating on myself than the blog.

A quick update of what I have been doing while I was gone,
The biggest news, we had a baby girl in September. We call her Akshara.

I had a slightly difficult pregnancy but an amazingly normal delivery.

I have been crazy busy with Akshara, and now I got some time to get back to my blog.
I have been missing my blog so much and I have been missing the comments from all you fellow bloggers.

I do hope i get a chance to write more starting today.

Love ya all and feels great to be back

APM: Invisible

I wake and see him searching for me.

I scream out loud but he just walks by me.

I realize, I am invisible, Mr. India.

I panic, No one can hear me, no one can see.

I need to tell my loved ones, how much I love, how much I care

I shed loud tears which are silent for the world.

After, a while I see the bright side, when I sit on my bed curled

I wipe my tears and smile wide now.

I can go un-noticed to anywhere I want.

I follow him to his work and see what he does all day.

In my head, I plan to visit big celebrities & businessmen's houses and stay

I will go to all the fancy restaurants, the one's that I am sure I can't pay

I will roam free on the streets while its dark

Without fear of being raped or stalked.

When I sit alone on the beach shore.

I feel lonely and bored

I need love, I need family, I need friends.

I realize how much I am loved.

I hear a loud ring and a wake up with a start

I hear my alarm ringing, and bless my stars.

I thank God that it was just a dream.

I wake up smiling, and hug him

I run to my parents and tell them how much I love them

They look at me like I have lost it.

Little, do they know, that its now that I have found what I needed

This post is written for Airplane Poetry Movement #12

WPS: Stupid Sats

Treasure Cay, Abaco, Bahamas © Google Maps

Satish, code name: Sats

Profession: Stupid secret agent

His mission: Find the missing dog with a diamond collar of the richest man in the county. Mr. Ping

His clue: Dog has a 1000 diamonds encrusted collar

He gets a message on his phone “5pm, No.52”

Sats, being Sats walks to the bay and sees a yacht number 52. 

He hears the dog bark, he walks carefully to the yacht, he sees that poodle next to a dead body, and suddenly a smile spreads on Sats lips. He doesn't bother to look at the dead body or the message on the dog's tail.

He pulls the diamond collar of the dog and very proudly gets it back to Mr. Ping.

Sats says, “Mr. Ping, as per my clue, here is your dog’s collar”

And that’s how Sats got fired from his job.

This post is written for What Pegman Saw 

APM: No Filter

Prompt Of The Week 011

Your prompt for the week is:

"Write a poem that begins with the words 'I can't find the right filter for my photo'."

I click a picture and I think its come out perfect.

I want to Instagram it and put in some effects

So many filters, but they all make my picture look so 'meh'

So many apps but none satisfactory I say

Some too dark, some too bright

Some too green, some too white

Sepia makes my picture look so dull

While black and white makes that picture bland

I look back at my picture and realize.

Damn, Mr. God has natural lighting and perfect filter right out there

So, I run back and click a picture in full sunlight and share

So, many likes and so many hearts

I think, Mr. God has perfected the social media art

I super like your filter Mr. God.

This post is written for Airplane Poetry Movement #11

FF: My gift

PC: JS Grand

Valentine’s day is next week and my husband Awin is coming back after a year. He is coming to my tiny town in a boat.

I have to go an pick him up, and I so want to stand out in the crowd, for that I have been saving for all this year, and I purchased a bright red tuk-tuk. Its now parked near the old petrol station near Hotel Henry.

If this doesn’t grab his attention, nothing will.

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers

SSS: Dress Online

I own only Tshirts, jeans and jumpsuits.

Lessons Learnt PC

I have never invested in dresses, especially those classy looking fancy ones, simply because I can't afford them.

But, I wanted to look stunning for my brother's engagement, because I knew Martin, my childhood crush and my brother's best friend would surely be there.

I wanted to impress him, and look much drop dead gorgeous, that he should be floored.

So, I surfed online and ordered for this stunning beige color dress, which had cuts at the right places and showed skin, just enough to grab attention, the dress was supposed to arrive today and I was so eager to see it and wear it.

It did come on time, but, the dress broke my heart, and I have nothing to wear for the party tomorrow, I am doomed and I am in tears while writing this

This post is written for Six Sentence Story - Dress

APM: Cry of the River

Your prompt for this week is:

"The last river on earth writes a poem. What does it say?"

With tears, I fill myself

I swirl and run towards my love, the sea

But, my love, he is nowhere to be seen

I look back, at the place where I was born

My mother, the mountains are also gone

Where are the trees that my parents told me about

I wish for the rains to come out

But, my wish would never be fulfilled

For, Mother earth has already been killed

With hot winds wafting

And people, along my way stealing

The thrash that is polluting me

Please, people don't fight for me

For, I am free

Remember, you humans, when I am gone

Without water, you will regret the day you were born

This post is written for Airplane Poetry Movement #05

APM: Scream

The poem is written with the last line of Vaibhav Sharma's poem to the previous prompt "All the screams I will hear by myself, I Promise."

All the screams I will hear by myself, I Promise.

Dadda, When uncle came to touch when I was five

I wasn't taught bad touches. Was I naive?

I cried I screamed, no one but I heard my screams

When uncle got his friends and when they took turns

I was only a ten, when I told you and mom about my "nu nu"'s burn

You asked me to keep quiet and said it was just a play

My heart cried & screamed, but the screams were heard just by me

My cousin, my best friend, uncle's son

He did what his father did, His hands pinched my tender growing breast

I was budding, I was just thirteen, I cried in pain with every thrust

Then, my tears and screams, no one heard but me

I came to you Dadda, with tears in my eyes & blood on my dress

You shooed me off and said family name mattered

I ask you Dadda, didn't you daughter ever matter?

My heart broke & cried every time I saw you entertain the uncle & his son

They used your child for their fun

What about the scars they left on my body?

What about the permanent scars they left on my heart?

What about the feeling that I can;t trust any man ever?

Dadda, did you ever care?

After so many years, I still cry myself to sleep.

You made me feel like it was my fault Dadda.

You made me feel like what happened was Ok

I scream out loud and wish the pain would go away

But Alas, the scream would be heard by no one by myself

This poem is written for Airplane Poetry Movement - #4

FF: Happy Wedding Anniversary

PC: J Hardy Carroll

We held hands here for the first time. I think we were about 13 then.

We kissed here on this roller-coaster for the first time. I can clearly remember the butterflies in my tummy then.

We got married in this very amusement park. I remember my mother fuming, she wanted a royal church wedding and called this place a mockery.

We got our kids here so regularly. Wow! I feel nostalgic.

Now, after 50 years of being together with you, this is the most beautiful wedding anniversary date I could ever have.

Thank you Mr.Husband, Happy Wedding Anniversary!

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers

APM: I Promise to my Body

I promise, to my nice to you dear body

I swear to not abuse you anymore

You say, no booze, no drugs

I shall do that no more.

One more thing, I promise to you today

I shall not abuse you with junk food too

For you are my temple

And I promise to worship you with utmost devotion.

You dear body, are superb the way you are

The weight, the height, the shape of you is as perfect as it can be

I promise to never judge you for how you are

I promise to smile more and keep you happy

Most of all, I and you together are going to live a life that we truly wanted to Live, I promise

Aaichi Shapat! Mother Promise! God Promise! Pinky Promise

This post is written for Airplane Poetry Movement #3