Walk down the memory lane

Coming here again after 20 long years was some experience. The trees had grown taller, bulkier and fence wasn’t in a good state. But the shady lane was still the serene place it used to be in my younger days.

Standing here and reminiscing, I happened to look to the other end of the lane and couldn’t believe my eyes. It must be an image created by my brain I felt. I could have sworn that Jackie was waiting in the sunlit path with her horse as she used to do those long years ago.

Tentatively, I started walking towards her. Expecting the image to disappear when I got close……

Written in response to CCC, hosted by Crispina Kemp

Synchronized swimming!

“Look, mom, look” Jason shouted excitedly forcing his mom to abandon what she was doing in the house and come and look at whatever he was so keen for her to watch.

“Look mom, the Koi are swimming in synchronicity!”

“But how did this happen”, she was amazed.

I just put their food in the pond in a circular motion and they follow my hand. Note when I move my hand like this, they automatically swim in circles, with coordination”

I think you should post their video on YouTube!”


Written in response to One Minute Fiction, hosted by Cranny




Anything for the view

Shaking, I grabbed her hand and said I think we have to get out of here as quickly as possible.

She was shivering too. The cold wind was lashing at us with a great force. But she came here to look at the marvelous view. Nowhere else could we gaze on the beautiful valley below, but on the top of the mountain.

Let’s stay here for a little more time”, she pleaded. “We have climbed the rocks and the steep hills to look at this amazing view. Can we not stay here longer?”

“I’m sorry Emily, but if we stay here longer, we won’t be able to go down tonight. The light is fading and the way down is not easy. We will plan another trip and will come well prepared next time. We can even bring a small tent and spend the night here. Can you imagine how wonderful sunrise would be from this vantage point?”

Reluctantly she stepped back from her position at the top and with a sigh of relief, we started our journey downwards. We barely made it before it started to snow too.

Next time we’ll be better prepared, I promised myself.


Written for FSS, hosted by Fandango



Rendezvous plan gone awry

They had planned to meet under the bridge at midnight, but he never showed up. Peter waited for as long as he could but he had to be home before his parents found out that he wasn’t in his bed sleeping.

On his way home, Peter thought back to their earlier conversation. He was certain that Jack, (that what he called him because his real name was too difficult for Peter to pronounce) meant to keep his promise of meeting him at midnight. Jack was going to take him to visit his hidden lair and show him how he gets in touch with his mothership.

When Peter woke up the next morning and went down to have breakfast, the tv was on and was abuzz with news of the capture of a visitor from outer space. They even showed an image of the capture. Peter now understood why Jack couldn’t come last night.

He was so worried for the safety of his friend. He hoped that the aliens would liberate Jack before anything bad happened to him.


Written for FSS, hosted by Fandango



WDYS # 107 – A Roundup post


The dreams that I dream
Fly off to heavens and
Transform into palaces
When I will go there
I’ll find all unrequited wishes
Waiting for me, the reward of being


Many beautiful entries this week in response to WDYS # 107. Please click on the links to read the amazing contributions of all these people.

Lauren; The next level

Chris Hall; Castles in the air

Michnavs; Uncertainty

Novel reader; What do you see

Maria; Mystic castle

Mason; Cloud palace

Inkdrop; Castles in the air

Keith; Daily dose of silliness

Reena; Dreams are made of ….

Melanie; castles

Susi; Pareidolia

Diana; Heavenly castle

Di; Castles in the sky

Jim; Sky pilot

Jules; Castles in the air

EM Kingston; I see a dream never ending

Books and Bonsai; White Castle

Sangeetha; White clouds

Nope, not Pam; What do you see # 107

Suzette; Haiku + Quote WDYS

Kittysverses; Leading light

Jane; Unreal image

I am grateful to all those who have read, shared and commented on these posts.

I will be posting next week’s challenge on Monday at 12:00 pm, PKT.

Thanks for reading.




Stay on the stepping stones!

Carefully placed flat stones in the boggy land served both as way markers and safe passage. The travelers were advised not to step anywhere else but on the stones and follow the leader till they were out of the bog.

Jennifer was a rebel and following instruction was an anathema to her. Midway through the path, she stepped off the stone and onto the soft ground. When her friends heard her scream, they looked to see her sinking slowly into the bog.

No one dared step off their stone to help her. The guide leaped from her stone with a strong staff in her hand. She asked for volunteers who made a hand chain and gradually Jennifer was pulled out of the soft ground.

She went back home the next day but before that, she went and apologized to the organizers for being such a stupid, thoughtless fool. Perhaps she learned a lesson.


Written in response to KL Caley’s Challenge, WritePhoto

Some stones are located in the grassland which is surrounded by hills.
Stones – Image by KL Caley

(For visually challenged writers, the image shows some stones located in the grassland which is surrounded by hills)



The view from the inside – RXC# 207

I feel trapped in a web

Woven by fantastical visions

It’s a place at once dark and exhilarating

Because it’s neither reality nor fiction

Living and thinking too much inside the bubble

I have lost the connection to the world outside

Day by day, existing in a reality created by others

I am lost, trying to break the gossamer threads

Of this metaverse, that is pulling me deeper and deeper

I need to breathe


Written in response to RXC, hosted by Reena

Today’s prompts were;

  1. Write a story from inside a bubble.
  2. Augmented reality
  3. Metaverse



The music box

There was something about a music box that always made me itch to force it open and look inside to see how it worked.

Once, at my aunt’s house, I saw an antique music box with a ballerina that moved round and round with music. Giving in to my curiosity, I tried to open the inner lid. And catastrophe happened. The figurine broke and I was left holding its upper part while the lower half was attached to the mechanism and was still rotating with the music.

My immediate action was to leave the scene of destruction and relocate. Unfortunately, there were witnesses. From that day onwards, I wasn’t allowed near any music box or even anything mechanical that could be broken by a six year old.


Written for FSS hosted by Fandango



Paradise found

Tired from the daily, fruitless struggles 

He gave up his hectic job to find some peace

Traveling the world in search of idyllic surroundings

He came upon an island that time seemed to have forgotten

Local population was scarce, and few people knew of it

No modern amenities, no internet no crowds to deal with

He made his home there to live the rest of his life

In paradise that he had found accidentally


Written for FFFC, hosted by Fandango



Long road ahead

I’ve started my long journey. I have many miles to go but I know where I’m headed. I know there will be difficulties on my way, and I might have to take detours because the way may be blocked. But I can see the destination in my mind.

I am ready!

Here I come!


Written in response to the; One minute fiction, hosted by Cranny