For this last post in the October #writetribeproblogger challenge, I stick to the prompt of ‘Heartprints’. My short story ended in the previous post but I think I can make it a lot more better with some rework.
Thank you everyone who liked, shared and commented on the posts in October. It has been the wind beneath my wings to attempt a longer form of story writing. Life in general keeps getting into the way when I have to focus on writing a story. This has kept me from writing to contests or explore different ways of writing. I was hoping to participate in the Nanowrimo this year. But again, some deadlines at the end of November keeps me away. Continue reading
Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6
Neil walked into the flat late in the night. The office party was a disaster. His thoughts kept going back to Shruti. Shruti needs help, he thought. He himself would like some support. He thought of the one person who can set Shruti right.
He had dialed Niti’s number. She had picked up immediately as if she was waiting for his call.
‘I was about to call you,’ she said. Continue reading
At the beginning of this year, I had chosen the word ‘discover’ as the word of the year for me. One of the concepts I wanted to discover more was the Joy of minimalism. I have been consciously inculcating it in day-to-day life leading to many subtle changes. I discovered there is no joy in possessing more materials. I no longer feel the urge to rush to sales or the home decor shops. The real joy is in treasuring our relationships, our memories and our time.
I believe in using my time to make more memories. As that is what will remain with us throughout our lives. Tell me, do you feel happy when the bank sends you an SMS saying ‘Salary is credited’. Of course, you do. But, how does it compare with an SMS/Whatsapp from a friend, or that phone call from someone in the past.
“One day, your life will flash before your eyes. Make sure it’s worth watching.”
I do not want to be on my death bed to think about a cherished life. I want to think about it now. It has to be the face of my sons when I saw them for the first time, the heady days of an innocent love, the crazy outings with friends. Everything to do with a rush of emotions, a moment to treasure forever.
As we grow older, we become more practical and cynical. And we wonder will we ever feel the same heady rush of our teenage years. Our outlook on life is now tinged with our life experiences. We hear of exhausted or divorced friends who will make jokes about relationships and forward them on Whatsapp. The friends who try to look younger with each passing year, competing with their children. Friends going on fabulous vacations around the world.
But, what I really treasure are memories. Some are downright silly. On Sundays, I like to wake up before the family. I like to simply watch them sleeping peacefully. I tip-toe onto my children’s bedroom, pull the curtains closer, watch them for a while. My elder son with his one hand on the ubiquitous mobile. The younger one with the blanket covering his head. Sometimes, running my fingers on their hair. I know this will change soon, in a not too distant future. Then I tip-toe back to my bedroom to see the husband snoring away to glory with hair sticking out on the pillow. I know this will not change. It is the loveliest sight and my most treasured one.
I am taking part in The Write Tribe Festival of Words #6. Today’s prompt is to write about a treasure.