Wistful Dreams

I have cherished memories of this house, especially when it was still being built. Memories of me and my best friend sitting on the edge of the roof, swinging our legs in the air, cracking silly jokes. Memories of us looking at the lust green trees through the windowpanes, talking our hearts out. Memories of two young boys building dreams. As I walk past this abandoned house now, stuck in the monotonous mundanity of my life, all those memories and dreams come rushing back. A feeling of heaviness engulfs me and I wonder if it was me that abandoned my dreams or was it my dreams that abandoned me?

This post was written as part of Five Sentence Fiction: Abandon

Together, Forever

He held her hand, sitting by her bed, as she found peace after a long battle for her life.
In sickness and in health
Memories of their years of devoted togetherness came flooding back.
In sorrow and in joy

Did it even matter that they were never married?

This post is a part of Five Sentence Fiction with the word prompt: Marriage

Monsoon Tales

It was raining that night too, the last time I saw her - the time I broke her heart. A chance encounter after nearly twenty years but to me it feels like the same night. It even feels like the same rain. The only difference - it is not her tears seeking refuge in the rain this time. It is mine!

Topic Courtesy: Lille McFerrin 

Picture Courtesy: Arvind Ramachander Photography 

Lucky

While her kids were choosing ice cream flavors, Reema's eyes were drawn to the smartly dressed lady in the cafe. Sitting with her associates, she was clearly in charge of the meeting and Reema looked on admiringly.

Shonali looked up from her laptop and for a fleeting second her sight shifted to two small kids eating ice cream. Though not easily distracted, she could not help feel a pang when the little one lovingly took a spoon of ice cream and fed his mom.

The same thought crossed both minds, "Isn't she lucky?"






This post is written as a part of Five Sentence Fiction: 

http://lilliemcferrin.com/five-sentence-fiction-lucky/

The Wedding Cake

She looked more beautiful than she ever did, as she walked down the aisle. Her beautiful green eyes seemed to look greener, "Is it the earrings?" I wondered. Whatever it was, her radiant smile lit a sparkle in her eyes as she stood with the man of her dreams. "Have I ever made her this happy?" I caught myself thinking. As my mind continued on its own train of thoughts, the ceremony carried on like a movie scene in front of my moist eyes. Tears of happiness and yet, selfish tears of sadness too! Everything that followed was a blur to me. The reception, the dance, the toast, the cake, and very soon I found myself outside, sending her off on her honeymoon. I walked back inside with a heavy heart, got myself a piece of the cake and sat down. That's when I noticed the green earring dangling on my suit pocket. Looking at it gave me a lump in my throat. I knew this wouldn't change anything between us, yet for me it would. I stared at my phone and wondered if my little girl will call later to say "Goodnight, Daddy!" as she has been for the last 25 years of her life.

This blog is a part of the write over the weekend initiative:
http://blog.blogadda.com/2014/03/14/wow-picture-prompts-for-writing-indian-bloggers