Freezing to keep warm

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS PHOTO PROMPT

january-snowfall-nighttimePhoto Prompt. Photograph by Sarah Potter

 Word count: 99

Drawing the curtains open, she watched the snow fall like stardust. After a moment, she withdrew to the warmth of the fireplace. There, in the crackling fire, she saw his face.

It wouldn’t be falling stardust where he was. It would be a raging storm, like the one inside her. Her good night’s sleep was because he stood there, guarding them. To stand at that freezing border, was the price he had to pay, for the dreams she saw in her warm bed. With each falling tear, she called him back home.

Far away, silent tears flowed in reply.

-Yuhu!

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Yuhu’s Corner:
This story is a part of the Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt Flash fiction challenge. Every Friday, a photo prompt is provided by the organizer Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The participants have to come up with a 100 word story. You can check out the other entries here.

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Fall to succeed

via Daily Prompt: Center, Daily Prompt: Jiggle and Daily Prompt: Arid.

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Flying seeds glowing like fireworks. Photograph by Yuhu Tama.

Forever within a cocoon,
floating in the cream of self-doubt,
I slowly became a loon.

Shoved from above so high,
dragged by a rough tide of wind,
I found no wings to fly.

Rejected and alone,
I begged the wind to help,
It smiled and flung me down.

Consumed by the mighty Earth,
I opened myself to defeat,
But at my very Center, was the sign of re-birth.

The fall was a kiss by success,
for I knew not, that I was a flying seed,
born to grow, prosper and give, no less.

With a Jiggle of delight,
shoots of hope sprouted,
my roots of faith, drove away all fright.

The key is to realize,
who you really are,
all other fears are just mere lies.

Arid, the world did once seem,
The fall taught me well,
It all seems like a dream.

-Yuhu!

Yuhu’s Corner:

After each fall, failure  or even success, my definition of who I am, keeps changing.  I wonder who the real “me” is? I wonder if I’ll ever find the true answer. Is there a “true” answer?

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Love’s bond

via Daily Prompt: Baby and Daily Prompt: Slur

The bud of her womanhood bloomed.
He breathed, as the music of her cry loomed.
Once, a life within her,
transformed into her life forever.

For him to arise,
her pain was the price.
The Baby began to weep,
liable for her agony, so deep.

She held him tight,
the bundle in white.
Guilt melted, in her warm embrace,
and into her eyes, he gazed.

Little blue stars shone,
in the blackness of her own.
Her heart made her words Slur,
Her eyes, the world a blur.

Drifting in love’s allure,
mother and son, dissolved in a moment, so pure.

-Yuhu!!

Yuhu’s Corner:
I’m fascinated by the mother-child bond. It’s extremely powerful and yet, gentle and tender. Isn’t it?

P.S. Another good opportunity to say “I love you, Ma”.

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His chair

via Daily Prompt: Rhythmic

Alone, in the breezy air,
the chair rocks,
awaiting its owner, unaware
he now sleeps inside a box.

I calm the chair down,
gripping, tightly, its arm,
stopping its cry- the creaking sound,
for its seat is no longer warm.

Fun stories were once told,
in his Rhythmic rock back and forth.
The chair did still hold,
memories of children, glowing with mirth.

One among them, I was,
his favourite grandchild,
now at a complete loss,
filled with numbness so wild.

Slowly, I sit on his chair,
it cries with no choice.
And I finally dare,
to replay his loving voice.

He says, “Don’t cry,
Everything will be alright,
as time flies by”.
Tears flow down, as I hug his chair tight.

-Yuhu!!

Yuhu’s corner:

My grandparents passed away, when I was still a child. Sadly, I don’t remember much about them. I can only recall a vague figure.

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A peek into diaries-“The baby’s hideout”

via Daily Prompt: Hideout

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Wow! Today has been just, Wow!!! I can’t believe how a single moment could change my train of thoughts and as it turned out, others’ too. I owe it all to that cutie pie, and of course, to the bus driver. Perfect timing.

The day didn’t take off very nicely, though. I was thoroughly grumpy  after  waking up late. Rushing through things and getting into a crowded bus to my university didn’t help (Surprise! Surprise!).

In the bus, an old man was staring at my face and then my feet, quite a few times. When I caught him staring up and down at me, he immediately took his eyes away, looking terrified. Now, that had to be because of the look on my face.  Mom always claims that I look like I could murder someone when I’m angry or grumpy (As if I would do that. How can she say that way? Oh! I’m deviating. Back to the bus).

So anyway, I stopped bothering about that ‘apparently creepy’ old man and spotted this REALLY cute baby, probably about 2 or 3 years old, sitting on his father’s lap (I assume, that was his father). Aw! He was ADORABLE, the baby I mean (Well, the dad too!). That cute little child was playing with his father’s shirt. (The dad was wearing a blue T-shirt, beneath his crisp white unbuttoned shirt, just for reference, in case I forget. Oh! How could I even think, I would forget such a moment?? Oh! I’m deviating again. Go back now.)

Yeah! So I kept staring at the kid, he was making faces to his dad and so was the dad. Children give everyone an excuse to be silly and crazy. (Ah! another deviation.) Anyway, I was feeling better by then, after watching that child. And then, it happened.

The bus driver suddenly honked, so loud that everyone jerked back to reality, for a moment, away from their mobile phones, news papers and for some, away from their dreaming routine. Many gasped around me. I did too, I think. But it was the child’s reaction that was the highlight.

As soon as he heard the honk, he put his head to his father’s chest and covered his head with the father’s shirt. That was the baby’s Hideout. The father immediately put his hand on the child’s back and held him close to his body. After a few seconds, the child’s head emerged, looking slightly afraid. The father called his name and gave him a wide grin, and like magic, the child began to smile. The father teased his son for a few moments, and they laughed. But I saw that the child’s grip on his father’s shirt, hadn’t loosened. He still held on.

I felt a strange sensation as watched the duo. I felt relaxed and you know, suddenly, thankful. I have no clue where that came from. People close and important to me started popping into my head. My mom, my dad, my sister, a lot of my friends and even that girl who helped my get up when fell on the road the other day, they all came to my mind. It was a warm feeling. I suddenly felt a rush of gratefulness to all these people. (Amazingly, I feel the same way when I’m writing all this down too. Wow! Arrghh! Another deviation! Back to the story!)

Just then, a stop arrived and most of them started to get down from the bus. The old man got up too. I watched him. Just as he was about to get down, he looked at me, pointed his old index finger at my feet and said, “Your handkerchief is near your shoes”. I looked down and found my flowery handkerchief lying there, partially under my left shoe. I felt guilt streaming through me. By the time I looked up, the bus had started pulling away and I could see the old man shrinking, as I moved further. I feel weird about this. It’s alright if I did not thank him. At least, I shouldn’t have judged him earlier on.

This evening when I came back, I texted all those who are close to me, thanking them for what they had done for me and for being there, when I needed someone. Of course, I got a lot of hugs and kisses from mom (I think she was tearing up). Dad said he loved me a lot and couldn’t wait to get back home. Sis looked at me suspiciously first and then gave me a warm hug. It was lovely.

Other  reactions were funny. A few asked me if I was alright. One of them called me sounding terrified and asked me if I had plans of committing suicide. He thought I was telling my good-bye by this message. Seriously??? Can’t a person thank someone in any other occasion? Well, there is something in this too. This just goes to say that I don’t really thank people or acknowledge their help. That’s why he reacted this way, I guess. I should try to be more expressive (for the good feelings, not for the murderous look thing). Many others texted me back saying that they love me too and that my message made their day. Isn’t that wonderful? I mean, I made someone’s day. It’s amazing how a single moment can trigger so many emotions.

I wish I could feel thankful every moment. That would be great. I also wish I could apologize to that old man, someday. I guess the person I’m really grateful to is that child. How much children teach us!

Ah! Interestingly, today’s diary entry is not just full of complaints. Alright, that’s it for now. Good night me!

The End.

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Yuhu’s corner:

The event I described in the bus about the child really did happen. It was a wonderful moment, and I’ve tried my best to describe it in this piece. The part with the old man is fictional.

I want to thank you, my dear reader. You took time from your precious life to read what I wrote. That means A LOT  to me. I thank you very much.

Why don’t we all take a moment to thank those who mean something to us. It would be wonderful to make someone’s day, now wouldn’t it?

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A peek into diaries-“Times have changed”

Do you still remember?

via Daily Prompt: Blur

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A beautiful evening sky. Photograph by Yuhu Tama.

Do you remember the day,
we walked together all the way?
We were listening to a song,
and I was humming along.
The clouds added more fun,
that’s when the drizzle had just begun.
That evening was magical,
we watched the sky clad in purple.
Holding hands, we had walked,
Oh! That day, we talked and talked.
I secretly promised to stay with you,
later, you told me, that you had too.
I thought “we” were forever.
But, “time” was too clever.
No one to blame, not you, nor I.
In silence, years simply drifted by.
I can’t help but wonder,
if you still remember,
that beautiful evening we spent together.
Or has it turned, at last,
into just another moment in your past,
nothing more than a Blur?

-Yuhu!!

Yuhu’s Corner:
Why do some people enter our lives? Is it just to leave their mark and fade away?
P.S. Amateur photographer at work.

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FRIDAY FICTIONEERS PHOTO PROMPT

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Photo Prompt. Photograph by Liz Young

 Word count: 100

“Wham!”, the 17 year-old slammed the door. She was breathing hard, trying to recover from what she just witnessed. Her mother emerged and began, “What you just saw…”. “You were making out”, the girl interjected, quietly walking away.

Later, packing a few things the girl peddled far away from “home”. Lost in thoughts, tears streaming down her eyes, she walked in the wilderness, drinking her beer, holding that thing, parceled under her arm. Suddenly, she let out a scream, threw the mannequin’s head on the ground and stamped on its face. Hurling the bottle, she bellowed, “You’ll NEVER replace Dad!!”

-Yuhu!

Yuhu’s Corner:

This story is a part of the Friday Fictioneers Photo Prompt Flash fiction challenge. Every Friday, a photo prompt is provided by the organizer Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The participants have to come up with a 100 word story. You can check out the other entries here.

A peek into diaries-“Times have changed”

via Daily Prompts

18.02.2017

I can’t believe how relieved I felt when he said he actually enjoyed his Tennis lessons! Well, to convince children these days! I couldn’t understand his Lukewarm response when I urged him to join this class.  I mean, a mother telling her son to go out and play and the son doesn’t bother!!! What is up with this kid??

I’m struggling with one eleven year old.  I wonder how people manage with two or three (shuddering). Now a days, children are so… I’m not able to find the right words… Not so child-like, I guess. 11 year olds talk like they are 20 and yes, that little 6-year-old girl across the street is, for sure, a grandma. She seems to be enlightened about almost everything in the world. The other day, she told me that she saw me come home late one night from work (a stupid deadline. I hate deadlines). She advised me to come home soon everyday or my husband wouldn’t be happy. I remember, the piercing look she gave, as a reply to my astonishment and how she scurried back home with her nose in the air. Children these days are too smart. They are Aware of everything! Somehow, I find that their innocence is fast fading. When we were children, things weren’t this way… No, they weren’t.

I remember how my mother used to literally drag me back home every evening from the playground. And to think, now, I have to beg my son to move his butt off his room (and away from those damned video games!!!) and play outside, is unbelievable. What a drastic transformation? I am extremely glad that he likes playing Tennis. At least now, he would get some exercise. I can’t believe that most children these days are so over-weight. I wonder if all parents understand the Seriousness of this issue. How times have changed! It’s like a sudden slap on the face.

When I was a child, I remember how the Sound of the school’s final bell meant, ‘Time to play’. We used to run around and play for a few hours, only to be dragged home later to finish off home work. And the holidays after every school year… What a lovely period! Going back to our grandparents’ house in the village, now that was paradise.  Lush greenery everywhere, a small stream of water in the backyard… I have a wide grin on my face. I can see myself sitting beside grandpa, eating those Juicy mangoes, that used to grow in our backyard. I remember how my friends and I used to Squat beside the water stream and feed the fish with some rice, that we managed to loot from the kitchen. It was wonderful to see at least a dozen fish appear from nowhere to grab each grain of rice and disappear once again. These memories do make me smile.

(After 5 minutes)

Hmm.. That house is now gone. Sold. I wonder if my child will ever have such experiences in his life. I’m not sure. I’m not sure whom to what to Criticize.  From the food we eat, to our career and lifestyle choices, we have changed so much and I wonder how it all happened. Is it because of the country’s economic condition, changing cultural tradition or perhaps, the increasing pressure and competition to succeed? I’m not very sure. There are so many things to think about.

When do I even get the time to think about such things? Only at rare moments like this one, when I spend time with myself and my thoughts. At all other times, I’m simply carried along by the wave of my everyday routine. I wait in Expectation of a better time for my child’s generation.

(After 10 minutes)

Am I not a hypocrite? I’m now simply going to close my diary and go to bed, putting all these questions and thoughts under the rug, only to be stamped on by me, by my usual routine tomorrow. I’m sure I won’t even have the time to think about these issues. Another day, another deadline and so it goes.  Although I know that just penning my thoughts isn’t going to help, I see myself refusing to take up any responsibility. All I do is complain. Well, I do have to work to support my family, which leaves me no time or a choice to change the world! I’m not sure if this attitude is wrong. Am I wrong?

(After 12 minutes)

Let me just put all blame on “changing times”, relieve myself of any burden and go to bed. Since I don’t have the time, “Time” better take care of itself.

The End.


Yuhu’s corner:

Hello! It’s been a while!  I missed writing. “I didn’t have time”. Ha! Ha! Since I missed attempting a few daily prompt challenges, I figured I would club all the prompts, I missed, into a single piece.

This piece is about most of us, who complain but fail to take any responsibility to fix the issues (What I call, ‘The complain and escape phenomenon‘). I know that not all of us can become full-fledged activists or protesters. But I encourage you to think of an issue that you have been complaining about recently. Just for a moment, think about what you have done about it. It’ll be worthwhile, I promise.

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