Lost and Found #FridayFotoFiction



She looked around and just sat there gazing at the river which shimmered in the October sun.

He sat next to her. He looked at her and his lips formed a smile that steered through her being, making her heart flutter.

“Where was I all these years?” she wondered.

She was over the moon when she became a mother and held the tiny pink thing in her hands, four years ago. He became the focal point of her life and soon she got immersed in the alleys of motherhood.

It was a beautiful feeling but soon she turned melancholic. It was as if her existence had come to a standstill.

She pined for freedom, she pined to find herself.

He could sense her struggle and held her hand.

Today, vacationing in the most beautiful city, holding her husband’s hand, she had found herself again.


(143 words)


Posted in #FridayFotoFiction, parenting | 14 Comments

The Homecoming




Naina sipped her customary morning tea, slurping it in a hurry while tapping her fingers on her phone.

“Hello, ma, how are you today?”, she spoke as the familiar voice of her mother Krishna is heard at the other end.

“I am doing just fine beta. Don’t worry about me so much.”

Naina shifted on the couch where she sat as she struggled to know the well being of her sixty year old mother.

It had become a ritual of sorts for Naina. Each day at around nine in the morning, she would call her mother to ask after her. She worried about her mother Krishna , who is diabetic and is not keeping very well for the past one year or so.

But, what agitated Naina is that her mother mostly does not divulge details about her health lest Naina might ask her to come and stay with her.

Naina was the only child of her parents. Her father was a man who had the zest for life and who seemed fit and healthy most part of his life. But, his sudden demise the previous year had left everyone shocked.

Krishna, Naina’s mother was a strong woman and she had taken this sudden trauma life had thrown at her in her stride. She continued to live alone in the same house, managing everything fairly well.

But, since her father’s death something in Naina had changed. It took her a while to come to terms with her his death. She had trouble sleeping and was restless and gloomy. Time is a great healer though and so gradually she moved on.  Also, she had her family to tend to. Her son was in the ninth grade and she had her mother in law who was mostly dependent on her as she was wheel chair bound.

Though Naina had made peace with her father’s sudden demise, she constantly worried about her mother. In the night when everyone dozed off, the thought of her mother sleeping alone in that big house, ran shivers down her spine.

She had discussed it with her husband, who fortunately for her was always there to lend her an ear. She felt that it would be best if her mother could stay with them. Her husband also echoed her thoughts and so she decided to talk to her mom about this at the earliest. She even mentioned it to her mother- in- law who was elated that she would have someone to talk to if her mother stayed with them.

“I will go and talk to her today”, Naina made a mental note and hastened with the usual morning madness. After her son left for school and her mother-in-law had breakfast, she gave instructions to the maid and left for her mother’s house. Her mother’s house was around ten kilometers away and she left at eleven so as to ditch the cacophony and chaos of the office hour traffic.

As she reached her destination, Naina unbuckled her seat belt and sat there, still staring at the lane which was alive with vegetable vendors calling their lungs out to their prospective buyers, a group of middle aged women sat at a distant corner chatting with animated expressions while a stray dog lazed out in the glaring sunlight, which was like discovering an oasis in the desert on the cold wintry morning.

Naina had spent most of her childhood in these mundane lanes and suddenly she felt nostalgia gripping over her. She could picture herself waving out to her mom as she stepped on the school bus. She could see herself as a little curly haired girl loitering with those carefree steps holding her father’s hand.

It took a couple of loud and brazen honks to bring her back to the present. Mulling over how she would convince her mom, Naina stepped inside. As she barged in, she was welcomed by an unforeseen presence. Yes, there in the living room with her mother, sat, the effervescent, ‘never mincing her words for the world’, Mrs. Tripathi. She was the last person Naina expected to meet today.

“Oh, Naina, you came in at the right time, we were just having tea”, Mrs. Tripathi exclaimed.

“Namaste aunty, how are you?” Naina uttered trying  to sound as polite as possible.

“I am good beta, I usually come to see your mom around this time. I know you worry for her as she is all alone.”

Naina thought that this was the right moment to slip in the purpose of her visit and so she cut her in by saying, “Yes aunty. I worry for her all the time. In fact, I have decided that she should stay with us instead of being on her own in this big house.”

As Naina said these words, both the women looked at her agape.

Her mother broke the silence and said, “Naina, I cannot possibly stay with you. Stop worrying about me”.

Naina felt blood rushing through her. “Why can’t you stay with me mom. What is so bizarre about me asking you to stay with me and why do you seem to push this aside whenever I make an attempt to broach the topic?”

Before her mother could answer, Mrs. Tripathi stepped in. “Come on Naina, you are not a child. How can she stay at her married daughter’s house? And you have your mother- in- law too in the same house. What will she think? If she had a son, then things would have been different.”

Naina stood there shell shocked. She looked at her mother who stared at her almost expressing her solidarity with Mrs. Tripathi’s outrageous assumptions.

Naina could no longer hold her horses. “Aunty, I am the only child of my parents. And it is my duty to look after my parents when they are grappling with health issues and now that papa is no more, it is all the more important for me to be an emotional anchor  to mom. Isn’t it a child’s responsibility to hold their parents hands, the same hand which held on to us when we stumbled as children. What has gender to do with the love between a parent and a child?”

“But beta, this is not what normally happens in our society. What will people say?” Mrs. Tripathi uttered vehemently.

“Aunty, normal is often overrated. Who are these people, everyone is so worried about.  These shapeless voices which are the harbingers of the do’s and don’ts in the society thrive because of our own weaklings. Do they come and sit next to my mother when she sleeps alone in this empty house while her own flesh and blood is merely an hour away worrying about her well being. I am sorry to say mom that we blame the society for flaming discrimination but I feel it is people like you who are so afraid to do the right thing that such assumptions are further ingrained.”

Both Mrs. Tripathi and her mom looked at Naina dumbfounded.

Naina herself is surprised by how she so blatantly voiced her opinion. She suddenly feels overwhelmed with emotions. Excusing herself she walks away.

Naina reaches home and gets immersed in her usual routine but she is distressed. The evening sets in. Suddenly, her phone beeps and as she peers down she is surprised to see a text message from her mom.

Nervously, she opens it.

It says, “I will be shifting with you next week. You are right. I am not afraid of the shapeless voices anymore. See you soon.

Love, Ma.”

Naina smiles as she reads the message.

A daughter had finally brought her mother home.






Posted in feminism, parenting, Short Story, Social Lens | 8 Comments

The Fort #FridayFotoFiction



The fort was bustling with activity. There was a barrage of tourists that have been streaming in since last few months.

It puzzled me. It was not that the fort was deserted. But, of late it felt lively. Something had happened that drew more and more people to these decrepit walls that withstood the sands of time.

Oh, what all transpired within these walls! The Queen who was an alluring beauty and the conqueror who was smitten by her!

Almost everyone who came these days seemed to be talking about the Queen. They seemed to be historians all of them. They claimed to know everything. They read it in those History books. Some spoke about an impending movie which was to depict the travails of the formidable fort.

I wondered, could the past be narrated immaculately without any prejudices or errors?

If only the walls of the fort could speak!


(150 words)

Linking up  with Tina and Mayuri





Posted in #FridayFotoFiction, Flash Fiction, Social Lens | 13 Comments

The Premonition #FridayFotoFiction



They sauntered through the picturesque locales of the countryside.

The girls were a picture of gaiety. Their uproarious laughter reverberated through the overcast sky.

“I am so glad, we could keep our pact that whenever one of us gets married, we would all turn up and it would be like a reunion”, exclaimed one of them.

A truck wheeled its way towards them. The driver was a boorish man in his forties. He saw the women standing right in the middle of the road. He honked vehemently.

Just then out of the blue, the local radio channel in his car announced, “At 11 am today,  near Riveira hills, a bride and a group of bridesmaids met with a fatal accident when on their way to the wedding spot. None survived.”

The man instinctively peeked at the clock on the dashboard.

It said “10:59 AM”.

A shiver ran down his spine.


(150 words)

Linking up  with Tina and Mayuri




Posted in #FridayFotoFiction, Flash Fiction, Uncategorized | 18 Comments

If only #FridayFotoFiction



She opened the scrapbook hesitantly and the pictures enthralled her as always. She had started creating her ‘Dream wedding scrapbook’ from the time she was a teenager with stars in her eyes.

As she turned the pages, her expression turned grim.

She closed her eyes and saw herself walking down the aisle with her father. Everyone looked so happy and her dad grinned from ear to ear. Her favorite red white and orange roses stood out in the vases adding an enchanting effervescence to the wedding scene.

“Hey, day dreaming?” she opened her eyes with a jolt to her husband’s voice.

They had had a registered marriage two days ago.

Their parents had disowned them as both of them belonged to different religions.

If only they had given their blessings, their union would have been as she had imagined since she was a little girl, if only….

(147 words)

Linking up  with Tina and Mayuri



Posted in #FridayFotoFiction, Flash Fiction, Social Lens, Uncategorized | 26 Comments