Yarn

sun_rising_above_treePhotograph © Yuhu Tama

Licked by the tentacles of the glowing Sun,
our Earth rotated and slowly spun,
the Yarn of life, binding you and me,
to the towering tree and the tiny bee.

Another yarn is spun by the wheels of time,
run by hearts dripping with slime.
They blind us with fear,
making the truth,  a smear.

Will a new day dawn,
with all their lies gone?
Will the Sun shine warmly above,
securing you and me in the yarn of love?

-Yuhu!

Yuhu’s Corner:

This is my entry for the Weekly Photography Challenge. This week’s theme is ‘Earth’. This poem is inspired by Zeitgeist: The Movie.

The dinner

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS PHOTO PROMPT

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PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

WORD COUNT: 100

Dad: “That must be mom. Dinner ready?”

Girl: “Yes”.

Mom walked in, holding an envelope.

Mom: “What’s this?”

Dad: “I… I… I can explain.”

Mom: “You’re busted.”

Girl: “Mom, Dad, can we discuss after dinner? Please?

Mom: “Dinner??? We’ll have to beg for it soon!”

Without a word, Dad stormed out.

Mom: “YES, RUN AWAY! The perfect solution!”

Girl:Mom?

Mom: “Honey… I’m not hungry. Sorry.”

Later, with dinner placed on her dressing table, the girl looked into the mirror and wondered why her life doesn’t change. As tears burned her eyes, she ate a very salty pizza that night.

-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.


The rescue

That morning, I was woken up by a distant sound. I lazily got up and went to my balcony to take a look.  Although I could localize the sound, I couldn’t find its producer. After a while, I went on ahead with my day knowing that the mother cat would probably find her kitten calling out to her.

I was shocked to hear the call still echoing through my hostel walls, as I returned that evening. My neighbor, whom I shall refer to as InKLa, (Incredibly Knowledgeable Lass) also found the situation alarming. So we set out to find the kitty, determined to rescue it.

After a while of hunting, we discovered its location. The kitten hid in a small pit,  meowing its lungs out, calling its mother for help. We tried (actually InKLa did) to catch the kitty, but the little thing was too fast and ran into a pipe that opened into the pit, making it impossible for us to reach it. InKLa suggested that I bring a basket for the kitten, so I ran up to my room, in the second floor, to get it. By the time I found one, InKLa was back, grinning widely, holding the kitten safely in her arms. The kitten sat silently, clearly paralyzed with fear. The poor thing!

She released it in my room and said, “Lets call her ‘Saki'”. “Her???”, I asked. InKLa turned to leave and said, “She is certainly not going to let us check her ass out at this point, so let’s just assume that Saki is a she”. I laughed and agreed.

Saki is a Japanese word. While ‘Sa‘ means blossom, ‘ki‘ means hope. Our Saki certainly had a hope to survive.

Saki was absolutely scared that evening. She hid under one of the tables in my room and started her distress calls again. Without InKLa, I was totally at a loss to find a solution to calm her down. I took a cardboard box and placed my kitty doll inside it. I hoped that Saki would find my kitty doll to be good company. Lame huh? Please don’t judge me. I was desperate to find a solution. After all, the other hostel mates could complain about me for housing a stray kitten.

After a few Internet searches, I found some music, on Youtube, to calm and relax cats!!! I am certainly not joking. I started playing one such music and sat in the middle of my room, not moving around much. Magically, Saki started to calm down and dared to take a peek from under the table. Slowly, she started to explore my room and I still sat there, like a statue, trying my best not to alarm her. Incredibly, Saki loved my kitty doll. She kept visiting the doll often and rubbed against its soft fur. I felt sad. May be this poor kitten was missing her mother.

The next two days went in a blur. Saki would play all night, not letting me sleep. There is only one room with an attached balcony for each person in my hostel, so there was no escaping from this kitty. She would jump on me when I lay down and scare me. Although I enjoyed it in the beginning, I started going crazy without a proper sleep. InKLa offered to help out the next night and took Saki to her room. I must admit, I slept like a baby that night. I had never realized the importance of a good sleep before.

The way the hair stood on InKLa’s head, the next morning, revealed how well she had slept the previous night. During the mornings, Saki (the sleep destroying monster) slept peacefully, looking like an angel. I must admit that I was tempted to jump on her too. Ha Ha! Here is a photograph of Saki peacefully sleeping on my doll. I think she feels Secure near soft and furry things. Isn’t she cute?

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Saki sleeping peacefully. Photograph © Yuhu Tama

InKLa and I realized that it wasn’t healthy for a little kitten to be locked inside a room all the time. So we decided to give her up for adoption. It was a hard decision to make, but it was the best option for Saki and our sleep. The very next day, InKLa planned to take Saki to an adoption center. On our last morning together, Saki and I played with her favorite toys.

We placed Saki inside a basket along with a kitty doll. I bid farewell to my dear Saki and gave her a speech about how things would turn out just fine for her. I’m not really sure if Saki heard all that I told her, that morning. As InKLa took the basket away, I went back to work, teary eyed. I was certain to miss that little, sleep destroying, fur ball.

After a week, the agency called us to inform that Saki had found a happy home. They mentioned that the little girl who adopted Saki found her extremely cute. Well, who wouldn’t? InKLa and I were quite happy, that day, that our small, yet Timely effort to help a kitten, finally paid off.

–  Yuhu!

The present

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS PHOTO PROMPT

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PHOTO PROMPT © Jellico’s Stationhouse

Word Count: 100

“BEST PRESENT EVER!!!”, shrieked Anne.

I loved her pink, shiny bike. “Great!”, I said, trying to sound cheerful. “You’ll get one when you’re as old as Anne, kiddo”, said Dad. I felt sadder.

That night, I sneaked into the garage. Suddenly, there was a flash of light. “Knew it!”, whispered Dad, shocking me.

He walked towards me, pulling out something from his pocket. “Here, Blueberry lollipop. Your favorite”, he said. I took it from him, teary eyed.

The garage echoed with my cry, “Why can’t I have a bike?”, as Dad scooped me in his arms and carried me home.

-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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A close call
The decision


Dense

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Photograph © Yuhu Tama

The tree-lined path turned dark as she took the turn.

She stopped and stared blankly at the thick canopy far above.

“How Dense!!!”, she whispered, letting her sore eyes shed a few more tears,

wondering why she ever believed that he would never abandon her.

-Yuhu!

Yuhu’s Corner:

It’s always painful when someone breaks our trust. It’s important to know when to give up and move on. But are people worth giving up or should we just keep trying to make things up? I guess we need to realize when we aren’t needed anymore. That’s the cue to move forward. Isn’t it? I’m really not sure.

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Alone inside

The decision

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS PHOTO PROMPT

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PHOTO PROMPT © Fatima Fakier Deria

Word Count: 100 words

1:00am

A young boy sat on his bed. His heart thumped madly as he thought of  tomorrow. In one hand, he held a model of a ship and in the other, an airplane. Eying each of them, he let out a sigh. He barely slept that night.

10:00am

A school bus arrived to the Naval Dockyard carrying boys and their excited chatter. As they boarded the ship, the boy’s clenched palms started to sweat.

11:00am

The boy looked tired, as he sat beside other seasick friends. He then noticed an airplane soaring above. He smiled and whispered, “That’s the one!”.

-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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Shine
Home

Green

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

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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.

-Yuhu!

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!!!

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS PHOTO PROMPT

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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!

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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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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

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Photograph © Yuhu Tama

via Daily Prompt: Acceptance

-Yuhu!

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.

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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?

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Photograph © YUHU TAMA

-Yuhu!

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?