Note to self: I can always have a fresh start, if only you are by my side.

Photograph © Yuhu Tama

The magic in your voice,
heals the scars of my past.
The power of your words,
reminds me to never give up.
The look in your eyes,
makes me feel alive again.

Hold me,
forever, in your Territory,
where I’ll always have hope,
where my mistakes will be forgiven,
where I can finally heal!

I meet your uplifting smile,
as I look into the mirror.
hushing the other voice.
Without you,
I can never dare,
to keep my dreams green.


via Daily Prompt: Territory & Weekly Photo Challenge: It IS Easy Being Green!

Yuhu’s Corner:

Sometimes it feels like only you are there for yourself. No one, but you. Although this could be painful, its aftermath is often invigorating. Isn’t it?


Zero tolerance!!!


PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll

Word Count: 100

“Careful!”, squeaked the 70-year-old. “These pebbles…”, he sighed, smacking a large one to the corner with his walking stick.

He loved playing here”, he recalled, looking at the garden. “Good times…”, she said, reminiscing about the days when her hair was still black and her son, a child.

“I can’t believe he’s divorced… That too with a child… This generation! Divorces everywhere! What’s with these children?”, she fumed.

“ZERO TOLERANCE!”, said the old man, tossing another pebble to the side, holding her hand with the same gentleness with which he had held her, the very first time, 50 years ago.



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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The Shape shifters
Freezing to keep warm

Need some motivation?? #2

She had a dream and kept it alive for about 40 years, because that’s how long it took Diana Nyad to achieve her dream. To swim across the ocean from Cuba to Florida,  unprotected in the shark prone waters for more than a hundred miles, would probably be a nightmare for most of us. But not so for Nyad. Can you guess at what age she accomplished this feat? Come one, take a guess. Unless you’re already  aware of  her, you wouldn’t imagine that she was 64, (I’m not kidding!) when she made that epic journey. She was the first person to ever swim across this stretch of hostile waters, alive.

Her first attempt was in 1978. In 2013, she reached her sweet destination after more than 50 hours of continuous swimming, on her 5th attempt. Although she almost lost her life in her previous attempts, this iron lady never gave up. I cannot imagine that such a person exists!

Here is the TED talk she gave a few months after fulfilling her lifelong dream. This powerful yet funny talk struck the right chord in me. As silly as it may sound, I had a huge internal struggle about starting a blog (You might have read about that from my first blog post “Will anyone read my blog?”). I wasn’t sure if I was “good enough” or whether it was the “right time” or whether it was a “good idea”. But on December 28th 2016, I stumbled upon this 15 minute video and I tell you, I created my WordPress account within the 17th minute. Nyad’s story inspired me to do something, anything, worth attempting. I hope she inspires you as well.

What particularly moved me, was her final words in the video, “Find a way”. Isn’t that what we all look for? So I guess it all comes down to Acceptance. Doesn’t it? We could either choose to brood about our limitations, insecurities and failures and accept defeat or we could  believe and accept that there is a way beyond all those things that, we think, holds us back. So, what are you waiting for?

Find a way


Photograph © Yuhu Tama

via Daily Prompt: Acceptance


Yuhu’s Corner:
I don’t mean to give free advice. These are a few things I tell myself when I’m unsure about my future. I hope it helps you too.

The serpent tree

via Daily Prompt: Label & Weekly Photo Challenge: Surprise

I was out for a lovely morning walk, when I encountered this tree. I immediately saw a serpent-like face giving me a menacing look. I stood there transfixed, with my mind racing. I could’ve thought of it just as another tree and moved on, but I couldn’t. I could hear the tree telling me a story. Let me share it with you.

Photograph © YUHU TAMA

Long ago, the land was full of lush greenery with wild grass and tall trees. This was the zone of the serpents who lived quite happily, until the humans entered the picture. The land was destroyed in the name of “development”. Trees were chopped and the serpents were beaten to death, or driven away. That’s when the king of trees and the king of serpents joined forces. The king of trees let the serpent king reside in him, and together, they fought the “civilized” humans. Till today, they stand tall, telling a chosen few, the story of their victory.

I walked away with the story still echoing inside my head. Desperate to share this with someone, I dragged one of my friends to this tree. But he saw NOTHING! I was shocked. All he could see was a lump on an aging tree. I tried to describe the features I saw, the serpent-like face and the glowering eyes. Yet, they were all invisible to his rational eye.

I visited the tree again, that evening, and apologized for my friend’s lack of “sight”. The king of serpents smiled and told me that only a few gifted ones can truly “see” him. So my dear friends, here is a close up of my wonderful friend, the serpent king. I wonder now, are you gifted like me? What do you see? What story is the tree telling you?

Photograph © YUHU TAMA


Yuhu’s Corner:
It’s been super long hasn’t it? I hope you haven’t forgotten me! Ah! I’ve missed writing. I have a deadline coming up in a few days, so I’m extremely busy. I simply HAD to write today! To all the bloggers I follow or promised to visit, I’ll make sure to read your posts as soon as this crazy schedule comes to an end!
P.S. This tree amazed me then and still does. What do you even call it? How do you Label it? What amazes me the most is human imagination and how we associate patterns with stories. Isn’t it amazing how we do this so effortlessly?


Photograph © Yuhu Tama

Some call her crazy.

She talks to everything around her, from her blanket to her shoes. Her imagination assigns life to the inanimate world around her. All these objects speak to her, narrating their tales to the patient listener. And she loves their stories.

This girl wasn’t blessed with a great childhood. Her own story is one she doesn’t like to recall. Back then, she desperately hunted for a refuge and finally discovered it.

She found that the fragrance of a new book, carried her far, far away from the brutal reality that smiled at her menacingly. So she rejected reality and made friends with the characters in the novels, instead. Their story became her story. Turning into an inseparable part of her, they became her and she, them.

Stories were her real home. That’s where she lived. In a dimly lit room, she used to sit by a window, through which light dared to peep in, just enough to illuminate her and the treasure she held. She would then forget her pain and her own existence, as she let the words engulf her.

She lived in her world of dreams. She still does. I know this, because I am she.


Yuhu’s Corner:

I believe, all hope isn’t lost if you had a screwed up childhood. We can still find  roses among those thorns.

P.S: The photograph is a part of the Photography: Developing Your Eye I challenge. Since I am a total amateur, I would appreciate if you can give me some feedback on the photograph. Thanks!


For just one more time, would you shine to melt all the thorns of my pain?

Photograph © Yuhu Tama

Those moments are still Vivid,

when I was your Desire, your dream.

You dwelt in silence,

Yet you spoke the words of your heart,

through the glow in your beautiful eyes.

I believed the time I spent in your arms,

would Parlay into a lifetime of togetherness.

Now you dwell in a different silence,

letting the Swarm of lonely thoughts

drown my broken heart.

Why did you wake up,

from your dream,

leaving me alone to find a way?

Over you I Ruminate,

in empty silence,

in the thorns of what still remains,

wishing you would shine through,

to light up my life,

just one last time.

A drop of tear takes me back,

to the dry reality of truth,

you’re never coming back.


via Daily Prompt

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Won’t you come back?

The Shape shifters


PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

 Word count: 97

The two children lay on the green grass below their favourite tree. They watched the cottony clouds glide across the blue sky.

“Superman!”, squeaked the little girl. Her brother laughed in agreement. He saw Superman too. “See where he’s heading?”, he asked her. She squinted her eyes to find Superman’s destination. The boy pointed towards another fluffy mass and said, “Towards that giant bear. See it?”. She then found it. The little girl giggled in delight.

Two decades later, the siblings sat in their office buildings that scraped the sky. But now, only shapeless clouds passed by.



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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Freezing to keep warm
Out his window


Best friends who grew up together and still stay together. Hopefully, will stay together.

 Photograph © Yuhu Tama

I thought I would grow older,

holding  your hand forever,

like those trees rooted deep together.

I cursed myself when the Doubt seeped in,

I couldn’t just stop believing,

Till you asked me to “grow up”, sneering!

I guess you didn’t realize,

I wanted to grow with you,

not grow out of you.


via Daily Prompt: Doubt

Yuhu’s Corner:

I’m not sure if this photograph is good or not, but I love this. I mean, I loved what I saw that evening. The two trees would have grown up together, side by side, for decades. A little part of me believes that they must be best friends. I’m inspired by these trees to stick around with my loved ones through thick and thin.

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Need some motivation?? #1

The path meant for you is right in front of you.

 Photograph © Yuhu Tama

Confused about “What’s next”? Is there an uncertain path staring at you?

I say, just take it. Don’t Hesitate.  It doesn’t matter where it leads you to, as long as you aren’t lost inside the malicious voices of self-doubt and fear, within yourself.

Step into that door that’s open right in front of you. There could be no turning back, sometimes. But that doesn’t mean you won’t find another door to save you.

Let’s not drape our future with pessimistic thoughts. Let’s make every step we take in our one-way journey count, by just taking it!


via Daily Prompt: Hesitate

Yuhu’s Corner:
I don’t mean to give free advice. These are a few things I tell myself when I’m unsure about my future. I hope it helps you too.
P.S. Amateur photographer at work.