The sacred tree

“The great sage sat in penance of the most severe kind for a great many years. He did not break it even through torrents of rain, the harshest of heat or the most freezing cold. Pleased by his persistence, God appeared before him.

‘I am pleased with your penance. Ask for any three wishes and they will be granted.’

‘Oh Lord! I am forever humbled that you chose to appear before a lowly being like me. I cannot thank you enough. I do not seek three wishes. I only need one.’ he submitted meekly.

‘Ask so it may be granted.’

‘I wish to be immortal. But I have no desire to be a human anymore. I wish to be in a place close to you, always within your sight.’

‘So be it’ He granted.

That’s the tale of this tree. They say this is at least 500 years old – as old as the temple. Everyone coming here to worship the Lord also worships the tree. It is supposed to calm the mind and slowly encourage detaching from earthly worries to seek the Lord.” finished the guide.

“How fascinating!” I replied, turning to worship the tree.


Flash fiction in response to Weekend Writing Prompt hosted by the lovely Sammi Cox.

This week’s prompt: Prose Challenge – Tell us a story about “three wishes” in 200 words

PS: This story is entirely fictional.

 

Legacy of scars

The golden goal shines,

Enchanting with its allure.

I am drawn, transfixed.

 

Seduced by the promise of glitter,

Ploughing through hardships many,

I trod, gathering the legacy of scars.

 

My body beaten, my resolve broken,

Too tired to pursue, too weary to protest,

I accept the burden of failure, defeated.

*********

Time applies, its soothing balm,

Maturity feeds me, detachment,

Regret gifts me, the mirror of reflection.

 

Wearing the lens of hindsight, I look back,

Why was I so drawn to the golden orb?

When I am standing on one, if only smaller?

 

The hole in my soul echoes its answer.

“The pursuit of labor was a good deed,

Until you sold contentment, for greed.”

 

Propelled by hard work once more I am.

Peace and contentment cushioning the ride,

Trading the legacy of scars, for pearls of wisdom.

 

Pendulum

Sand of today is the mountain of yesterday,
Mountain of today is the earth of yesterday.
River of today is the rain of yesterday,
Rain of today is the ocean of yesterday.

Success of today is the failure of yesterday,
Failure of today is the success of yesterday.
Circling between destinies, people stuck in orbits,
With no escape or respite, from its dizzying flow.

Free from this pendulum, are those lucky few,
Who realize, rain, river, and ocean, are only water.
Success and failure, are but labels they were given,
They are and always remain, persistently humane.

 

 

Legacy

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Photo courtesy: shivamt25

Being a newcomer in an unknown household is never easy. Of course, I had been scared of my father-in-law before my wedding. I never knew what kind of a man he would be. I had decided to stay quiet and be obedient. Being scared and wise was better than being bold and stupid.

Soon, I realized that all my fears had been entirely misplaced. A widower, he was a gentle soul who mostly kept to himself. After finishing his daily chores, he would retire into his tiny room to read and emerge only to tend to his beloved plants. He nurtured them with the utmost tenderness – watering them, loosening their earth and applying manure. They seemed to share a unique bond, each responding to the other’s love.

His colorful garden, his cherished legacy, is still blooming though he is no more now… I can truly say that my father-in-law has been the silent rock in my life, always standing by me, keeping me rooted and peaceful. I miss him.

Word Count: 169


Flas fiction in response to FFfAW hosted by Priceless Joy.

The seeds

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At the beginning, God gave Humans an assortment of seeds and said, “What you sow, you reap”. Humans began to sow seeds of intolerance and distrust and reaped bumper crops of hatred. Every person consumed the brews of the addictive crop and turned God’s loving creation into hell’s outpost.

Tired of man’s folly, HE then said “How you sow, you reap” and handed them just one type of seed that no one had seen before. Everyone sowed the seeds and hoped it would turn out to be a crop of their liking. They sowed with desire, with doubt, with prayers. But no one reaped anything – except for one. She had sowed the seeds with acceptance and knew that she would love the harvest no matter what as it was a God given gift. She raised crops of love in abundance. It was the only one that sustained life thereon.

Word Count: 149


Flash fiction in response to Weekend writing Challenge hosted by the lovely Sammi Cox.

The challenge “Write a story that focuses on a quality that you think the world could do with in abundance.  Word limit: 150 words”

 

 

A new day

Nathan woke up squinting; the gentle morning light blinding the eyes that had slept for too long. He sensed her immediately. Instinctively he closed his eyes, turned in her direction and slowly opened them. He saw her, radiant and smiling. Her tears wet his forehead as she kissed him.

“How do you feel honey?”

“I feel… I don’t know. Drugged. And Thirsty.”

“They say it will wear away in a few hours’ time. Here, have some water.”

Nathan drank out of her hands and lay back down in exhaustion.

 

“I am scared, Emily. What if it hasn’t worked? They did say it was experimental.”

“Then nothing changes, does it? We would have lost some money but then… Come on Nathan. You only need to try.”

photo-20170904154630548Nathan looked down on his hand that had been his lifeless companion all life. He willed it to move. And suddenly – it did; making shadows he never knew he was capable of. Smiling, he looked out the window at the rising sun. A glorious day had just begun.

Word count: 173

Photo courtesy:  artycaptures.wordpress.com


Flash fiction in response to FFfAW hosted by Priceless Joy.

 

The message

Why is it? Now that I am a few moments from death, the only thing I can see is the color. Perhaps, it is only fitting – for it has dominated me for decades. I remember how it first crept into my wardrobe in college and then slowly colonized it by the time I was done. It represented my reason for existence, my path, my message… Well, there is nothing else to do now but to keep repeating the message.

Dear Lord! Please accept this white flag of surrender. Thy will be done. You think of it.

Word Count: 97


Flash fiction in response to hosted by Weekend writing prompt Sammi Cox.

The challenge:  Pick a saying that has a color in it (green as envy, seeing red, blue murder, not black and white, etc) and write a story about it, using no more than 100 words.

Wielding power

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“It’s an intricate problem.” said Martin.

“Yeah, I know. That’s why I need your help” replied Solomon staring at the gnarled vines. The garden, that had always calmed him failed to do so on that day. The coiling veins seemed to be stifling his thoughts.

“Let’s talk as we walk.” he said.

Martin continued. “It’s a bloody genius technology, Solomon. Surely it will help thousands of people suffering from that dastardly disease to live a normal life… This research could even win you the Nobel Prize you know. You would certainly deserve it too.”

“Yes, I know Martin! But can I knowingly do it? What if someone else discovers how easily this molecule could be changed? In fact, it is only a matter of time. Then what? It can be used to kill thousands.”

“Yes. But we are scientists Solomon. Can we let the fear of future stop the science of today?”

“I don’t know!” Solomon said with obvious anguish. “I have to live with the decision I make Martin. Oh! Why does it have to be me to make a decision as momentous as this Martin?”

“Because you can.” replied Martin coming to a stop.

Solomon looked up in surprise. They were in front of the church. He hadn’t entered it ever since his mother had been snatched from him by that cursed disease… Unthinkingly he peered inside; as if searching for an ancient memory. Suddenly, his face lit up.

“Let’s go, Martin. I know what to do.”

Word count: 249


Short story in response to Prose challenge hosted by Sammi Cox.

Prose Challenge – Write a story in 250 words that begins with the line: “It’s an intricate problem.”. We should also try to incorporate the photo prompt.

Always trust the captain

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Photo credit: Dorothy

The feeling of liberation I get every time I cycle is priceless! It helps me tune out of the noise in my head and tune into the melody of nature. I love the mystery of the day’s performance. Would I be enthralled by the wheels crunching gravel or its steady hum over tarmac? Would I be greeted with a chilling breeze or a gentle warmth?

Over the past year though, I have come to realize that this joy of weightlessness is not because of these enchantments. The real reason is that I have learned to give up my need to control and blindly put my trust in another. I cannot tell you what an exhilarating feeling it is to feel completely protected by the caption! As a stoker, all I need to do is pedal, obey, relax, listen and feel.

Every time I cycle now, I am ever grateful for having found the Tandem Club.

Word Count: 154


Flash fiction in response to FFfAW hosted by Priceless Joy.


Captain: The front rider who pedals and steers. Stoker: Rear rider.

Some tidbits on tandem cycling.

Unhappy in a perfect life?

What am I still searching for? This is an all consuming, frequent thought that takes possession of me, as it would a number of you too I suppose. Leaves me with a feeling of something missing in the midst of the best of everything. This phrase captures the feeling eloquently.

She’s stuck between
who she is,
who she wants to be,
and
who she should be

I would really like to know who penned this. It is a brilliant example of capturing a lifetime in 3 lines. It mirrors what I go through and perhaps everyone does. This conflict of having and doing everything you should but “wanting” something else. That is if you do know what you want. If you don’t, the confusion is manyfold.

What do you do at such times? When the need to be someone else is so strong that your perfect life seems to be suffocating? I admit I am not brave enough to make drastic changes to chase a dream. But staying on the same path forever isn’t an option either. So, I have learned to come to terms with this feeling without letting myself drown in frustration. These five points have helped me immensely and I hope that they connect with you too.

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The search

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PHOTO PROMPT © Kent Bonham

I had feared the worst when I had not seen the old man for a few Sundays. I had searched for the immaculate, blue Volkswagen in front of the church; strained to glimpse him nodding to me from under the trees while he patiently waited. I had surmised his atheism was at peace with another’s faith. Where was he?

Next Sunday, I was relieved to see the car. After a hurried search in the trees, I entered the church to find him in tearful prayer. I gasped as I heard Father tell him “She is with Him. She is happy”.

Word count: 100


Flash fiction in response to Friday Fictioneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff.

What defines me

Memories of you seize me in unguarded moments
Washing over me and pelting me, like torrential rain
Where do I seek shelter, when it is myself I am running from?

Everyone says, whatever happens, happens for the good
Show me all the things I hate about you; tell me it’s good riddance
Is it? I question myself. Has my love for you been so blind?

It must be; for it screened from me all the signs and hints
Now, as I set out to chart out the lonely path of discovery,
What do I deserve and what is in store, who can tell?

I KNOW one thing for sure though; the one guiding lamp to my path
You may have found me worthless, a dead weight around your leg
But that is YOUR scale, not mine. I will NOT let this define me.