Showing posts with label WriteTribe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label WriteTribe. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Back to the Beginning

Ravi’s days are spent hobnobbing with the top echelon of the business community. With sheer determination and indomitable will, success kissed his feet by the time he turned 40.

Despite his current status, he makes it a point to visit the modest place, off Banerghutta Road, every year. His life had blossomed here out of the mire he got stuck with.

He still remembers the day he was literally pulled out of the street and brought here by the gardener.
Initially he hated it, but slowly, the magic of the palace rubbed off on him.

It feels so home here, doesn't it? 
The memories come flooding with smile on his face as soon as he sets foot in his orphanage – the SOS village.
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Written 100 words of Saturday prompt it does feel like home, doesn't it?

Monday, May 19, 2014

Rohit and Vijay

Rohit and Vijay- best of buddies took the swimming scene by storm that year bagging most of the golds between themselves in the circuit.

A healthy competition between them was the hallmark of their bond.

Everyone was hopeful about their prospects in the world championship in next two months.

It was 23rd March, 2014. Rohit defeated Vijay in the senior nationals by the whisker of a second.

They hugged each other in the tight embrace like other times.

Today Rohit is missing his buddy in the airport on the way to Melbourne.

Vijay could not afford the travel.

Rohit wished he knew then Vijay’s contract terms with his sponsor.

Written in accordance with Saturday prompt s/he wished s/he knew then what s/he knew now

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Saturday, April 19, 2014

It Happened - Quietly

Daughter, on top of her voice, shouted, “Ma, you know, the other day, I caught Baba red handed 
with ....with ” a wink on the eye, making faces.

“What are you talking about? Focus on your studies “, I snubbed back.

Wife, from kitchen joined, “Is it?”

Volley - back and forth, continued.

“Next time you notice, please make sure, I am called” commanded my wife.

Morning after, facing the mirror, while shaving, I noticed the inevitable.

With a sigh, I accepted.

I have started aging – should I assume gracefully?


The white streak of hair  presented itself quite quietly. 

100 Words on Saturday - Write Tribe