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