The Next Great Adventure

People say that time goes by; time says that the people go by.

Vietnamese proverb

Living life and expecting death

Life as we know it exists between two predefined points: birth and death. We spend a lot of our time around the concept of birth. In fact, we even have a dedicated day to remember and celebrate it every year. The recognition of death as part of life, on the other hand, is something we rarely come across. We spend every day not thinking about it — we actively avoid thinking about it. It is quite natural to live that way. However, two things changed that for me over the last many months.

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That Escalated Quickly

This week’s photo prompt is provided by J.S. Brand. Thank you J.S. for our photo prompt!

“No fair. You know this place like the back of your hand,” he complained.

“That’s true only if I’ve seen my hands thirteen times in my life, to be exact,” she retorted.

You say you’ve planted a tree every time you climbed up here?

“And today it’s your turn.”

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What’s The Time?

For the best time of forty years, they had stuck together.
They shared laughs, tears, thoughts, and fears.

But not too soon, one had to part ways
and yet his chair always held his place.

For another decade, they stood side by side
Shared their fears and shoulders while they cried.

Alas, time is a ruthless overlord but in a friend’s guise:
for soon enough the next one had experienced demise.

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Horsepower

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Phylor. Thank you Phylor for our photo prompt!

The erstwhile peaceful hills were disturbed occasionally by the sounds of horses and men. But today, it was the noise of two cars and their young drivers speeding up the hill that broke the peace.

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Missing Me?

Photo prompt provided by : https://pixabay.com/en/light-paint-leather-boot-boot-shoe-316067/

There are his shoes. So where is he?
I ponder as I tie the laces, tighter than necessary.
But I should not wonder where he would be.
Gone on to where shoes are not needed – my tears come easy.

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Their Last Date

He walked over to the bench that overlooked the waterfront.

Her laughter echoed over the bay, swathed in blues and greens, but more blue than green. They sat on the brown bench and gazed at the blue waters. He could not have asked for a better place for their last date.

It was their last date in an on-off relationship and he had decided to bend his knee for her, and in his hand would be their ring. And from tomorrow, they would have moved forward, and this would be their last date indeed.

He knew she was the one he had been waiting for. They had had their fair share of fights and misgivings – one fight had seen her aiming a vase at his face. Yet they had stuck together for so long. So, he had realised, they should stick together till death do them apart.

As he went down on his knee, she got up to shield him from the red hot wave that crashed from the shore onto the waves of the sea. 

He remembered searching for her eyes but instead finding tears in front of his. He shivered from the overwhelming pain of that memory. It made him drop his phone that played the recordings of the fateful day, when a bomb blast had separated them, over a distance greater than physical.

The video was playing as it always did: at this spot, on this day for every single year for the past 40 years, and he clasping the now chipped ring.

The scene on his mobile ended with an image of the ruckus of the bay blown apart in a bloody red hue. The authorities had set right the place for the public’s eye. But in his mind’s eye, their last date would always be bathed in bloody red.

A man on a bench overlooking water and a skyline
Thank you Barbara Taylor for supplying our prompt photo this week!

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Week (May 31 – June 6, 2016) – 300 words.

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Open Sesame

a picture of a door
This week’s photo prompt is provided by pixabay.com.

Each door has two sides. It opens for one side while the other side does the opening. Whether the door is opened or not depends on if it’s locked or not, which in turn, depends on what the relationship is between the people on the two sides of the door.

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The Broken Walls

It has been more than a month since the floods of hell.
When the waters rose – many fell.

Pride, courage, spirit, and comfort,
All these fell without a retort.

Egos, inhibitions, boundaries, and borders
All these fell down to helpful neighbours.

It has been a month since the waters arrived
and many rose and many more were revived.

Humanity, friendships, love, and  the joy of giving
These were few that rose up bright and shining.

Then, everything fell.
Now, things fall,
Things fall into place.

We are now rising – for we fall to rise higher.
Walls do not exist after the rising of water

It’s been a long time since I posted. Well, to be true, I was one amongst those affected during the Chennai Floods of December 2015. Home is where the heart is. But when the home is ravaged by such floods unseen for more than a century, the heart no longer is. It has been a long time since I posted and well, moving on, here’s to more posts in the coming years. Yes. I recently celebrated my first anniversary of blogging after it had passed and hopefully next year, I will celebrate it on time.

Weaponry

He locked eyes with the enemy and pulled out his sword. It felt heavier than ever and he grasped it with both hands and steadied himself. He walked forward as directed by the higher powers.

He brought the sword down onto the neck of his fallen foe. His forehead broke out into a sweat as he saw the body on the floor staining the stage.

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