short story #33: Survival of the fittest…

The clouds kissed the top of the mountains and chased each other as they moved across the skies. They shed their burden as they moved, ushering in the first showers. The parched land lapped up the water, rejoicing at the onset of the monsoons. A magnificent tigress waited in the shade of the tall bushes, … Continue reading short story #33: Survival of the fittest…

Sunrises

The sky was bloodshot. The rays of the rising sun cast a reddish glow over the morning sky and painted the clouds red. The morning rays kissed the waiting horizon and spread the light gradually but steadily, dispelling the blanket of darkness. The Golden Orb was yet to make his appearance but his magnificent rays … Continue reading Sunrises

Three Line Tale #28: A field of purple

The flowers bloomed, covering the vast field in a brilliant purple hue.The flowers did not care whether the humans were around to admire them.Unlike humans, Nature did not worry about Instagram and the number of likes that a captured moment would garner! This post was written in response to the Three Line Tales, Week 235 prompt … Continue reading Three Line Tale #28: A field of purple

Dark clouds

It takes only a moment,For nature to change its colours.One moment, it's bright and sunnyAnd the next moment,It can turn dull and overcast.If observed keenly,One can see the dark cloudsApproaching closer,Far across the horizon,Threatening to cast us in darkness.The clouds follow the willOf the mighty winds of change.They follow the wind's bidingWithout any protest.The clouds … Continue reading Dark clouds

Grief

Grief is a powerful feelingThey say it has seven stagesI don't know about thatBut I strongly believeThat grief is like the waves,In a turbulent sea.It comes and goesBut it sustains,In a never-ending manner.It grips your heart,Forces you to haveUps and downsOver and over again.It creates new woundsBut often, grief rips openOld healed wounds too.No matter … Continue reading Grief