Transformation – #55fiction

She was not the same docile, dutiful and spiritless soul that adorned his bed at night after tirelessly slogging around for his entire family, without any complaints.

Her transformation shocked him more than anyone else.

Babuji, I owe this to you.”

His father blessed her as she touched his feet. The Collectorate vehicle waited outside.

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This post is written in response to The Daily Post’s one-word prompt; transformation.

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Tiny Fingers – #55fiction

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As I stepped down the stairs of the creche, I felt her tiny fingers clutch mine tightly. I wish I could understand the pain that they expressed.

It was late by the time I noticed the scratches, bites and nail marks on her baby thighs. Her blank eyes seemed to whisper ‘I told you, Mom’.

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This post is written in response to The Daily Post’s one-word prompt; tiny.

Broken Promises – #BarAThon Day 7

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A promise he made

A promise she made

To stick together through thick and thin

Days went by

Their love bore a fruit

Am the apple of their eyes

They promised me soon

A promise he broke

A promise she broke

To love each other round the clock

He went his way

And she on hers

No one cared for the apple again

I made a promise to myself that day

Never to make a promise again

Promises are made to be broken

Mom and Dad defined

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I am with Team #CrimsonRush for the #BarAThon from 1st to 7th August 2016.

This post if written for the prompt ‘promise‘ for August 7, 2016.

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