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The mirror threw up the reflection of a haggard face with disheveled hair, puffy eyes rimmed with dark circles and lips drooping at the ends. She felt her heart constrict in pain.
Mind made up, she walked into the bedroom with firm steps and said, “Jack, either you let Dad and Mom stay with us and let me take care of them or you see me leave.”
He saw a flame flicker in her eyes and knew she was serious.
The battle was won.
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At sharp 6 in the morning he would be there at my doorstep asking me if I wanted anything from the nearby market. His grit and dedication left us wonder-struck. Polio afflicted, he was a fighter.
Raghav was the soul of the neighbourhood. His radiant smile and the shopping bag hanging from his lifeless right hand supported by his left were his trademark. He did not believe in alms.
[ Post © Geeta Nair, 2014. All rights reserved. Published at Manjeri on 08-06-2014.]
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He came
Brought cheer
A smile on every lip
A sparkle in every eye
Questions twirled in minds around
What did this visit signify?
Good tidings
Gifts,new purchases?
Guesses and plans took centre stage
Animated conversation flowed
Wishes were made
Longings revealed
He sat there
Quiet, a statue in green
Deep in contemplation
Enjoying the cool interior
The door bell rang out loud
Expectant eyes looked out
Eyes widened, mouths opened
Life stood still for a moment
At the door stood a man long thought lost
Tears flowed, hugs followed
The grasshopper
Flew out silently into the garden green
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Here there are two unexpected visitors. One the grasshopper a precursor to good tidings.The other is the good tidings itself in the form of the return of the long lost man.
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A 100 word drabble written on the prompt “An unexpected visitor” at Write Tribe
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The monkey ladder reminded her of Rohan. How he teased her on being thin and short. The ladder was his. She was not to use it.
Suddenly the phone rang. “Ha! Think of the devil and the devil calls,” she thought. It was years since she had set eyes upon him. “How is he? Tall and handsome?” she wondered. Rohan was in Delhi. He wanted to meet her.
The café was teeming with dozens.
“Hi!” Her eyes met a wiry man, 3” shorter than her. It was Rohan.
A hundred lamps lit up her face. She had the last laugh.
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A 100 word drabble written on the prompt “She had the last laugh” at Write Tribe
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The boy at the counter handed me my packet. Suddenly I felt a tug at my pallu. It was my daughter of three.
“Yes Ammu?”
“Amma, are you hungry?”
“No dear.”
“You are hungry,” she insisted.
“No dear,” I assured her
“Amma you want a cutlet,” she insisted with pleading eyes.
“Oh! How could I be so foolish,” I thought. “I should have known.”
Ammu wanted that hot, vegetable cutlet a specialty of the bakery around the corner. She dropped hints. We had to take the cue.
Cutlet served, she pushed the first sauce-dripping morsel into my mouth and smiled.
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“Cling!” The spoon fell on the ground jolting me out of deep slumber. Eyes open I lay still with bated breath, training my ears to catch more unusual sounds. “Cling!” Once again I heard it. I started perspiring profusely. Breathing heavily, I closed my eyes tight and coughed. No response. I coughed again.
“It’s a rat dear. Don’t worry. Go off to sleep.” Dad called out from the neighbouring room. Dad knew I was scared. The cough gave me away. But I was not ashamed. I knew Dad was awake. I felt safe and secure. I drifted off to dream.
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The door opened and he burst into the room. A hurricane accompanied him. He jumped onto her bed, put his face against hers and purred softly. Hands encircling him in a tight hug she slowly whispered into his ears, “Don’t worry, I am fine love.” He looked her straight in the eyes as though to assure himself, barked and jumping down from the bed ran away in search of the rabbits happy in the knowledge that his mistress was safe and sound.
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This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.
This time we were required to a short post of five sentences including the word “love.”
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The wind ruffled the ‘springs’ on her head. A dear babe with a cap of jet black curls and sparkling eyes she was. Each morning as I got ready to go to school she’d follow me, hating to leave my side. Then one day she joined me on that long journey to school. The shy I found a saviour in her. Roles reversed she’d take on the bullies troubling me, her dear Di.
An intelligent brain in a mischievous body, the darling of the house is now 50. A successful career woman she still is Di’s adorable,sweet little Sis.
Still going strong
A 100 word drabble written on the prompt “My Little Sister” at Write Tribe
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The lamp went out suddenly, throwing the room in darkness. The moon too had decided to hide behind the clouds. Suddenly Tripthi felt something crawl down her back. Body taught she tried to trace and catch the thing. But the creature wriggled away and in the process bit her. She quickly wriggled out of the dress, shook it and wore it again. She lighted the lamp. A sigh of relief escaped her lips. The lamp had gone off at the right moment.
Only a torn curtain hung between Tripthi and the world outside. The darkness was a blessing in disguise.
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