This is in response to the Vinita Dileep's 287th edition of Fiction Monday. The fresh air and the pure rain, Happy songs of the birds And beauty of the butterflies Flowers that bloom with joy Because sunlight fills the air And those that spread divine fragrance As the moon and stars light up the sky… Continue reading Knock on Wood

I'm writing this piece of fiction for the December prompt, 'Grace' at Writing Bravely A Free Writing Circle started by Corinne Rodrigues. Sneha was an apprentice in a construction company. Many a time, she wanted to quit because her Engineer-boss was an unreasonable person. She endured because of the deep bond she had developed with… Continue reading Grace is a Divine Force

This piece of fiction is written in response to 280th edition of Fiction Monday hosted by Vinitha Dileep. Mythri held the letter her son had left with her manuscript on her table. Her thoughts drifted to the most painful day of her life. “Mamma (mother) why are Pappa (father) and Dadi (paternal grand mother) fighting.”… Continue reading Mythri’s Story

This real story is a response to the 279th edition of Fiction Monday hosted by Vinitha Dileep Moles by default are considered pests and we humans do everything to eradicate them from our homes and farms. But this story of the mole, is slightly different. Mount St. Helen’s is a live volcano located in Washington… Continue reading Not Pests, They’re Heroes

This piece is written in response to 278th edition of Fiction Monday hosted by Vinitha Dileep This word prompt reminded me of Paul Brunton’s passage on intense sorrow which he says is intensely precious. When intense sorrow or profound bereavement makes a man sick at heart, his desires temporarily lose their force, possessions their worth, and even… Continue reading Intensely Precious

This story is written in response to the 277th edition of Fiction Monday hosted by Vinitha Dileep "Do you know what this is?" "No, Grandma." "It’s a sacred thread! Do you know why the priest tied it on your wrist?" "No Grandma." "For God's blessings. As long as the thread is on our hands, we… Continue reading I Don’t Want God’s Blessings

I Was Just a Child When I couldn't figure out the difference between what people said and what they actually meant When I could never make out how an officer’s son was superior to a labourer’s son When I won and lost a game again and again and yet had only fun When I fought… Continue reading I Was Just a Child

This haiku is a response to the 276th edition of Fiction Monday hosted by Vinitha Dileep Grace Erases Sins Do not live with guilt Pray, pardon and let go, since Grace erases sins

The preacher saidYou don’t own anything in the worldYou are born only to leave when death comesYou don’t belong here, neverAnd nothing here belongs to you. Everyone agreed and applaudedBut I defied what he assertedOf course, I am born to liveEven after death comesI belong to the Universe foreverThe world is just a tiny part… Continue reading Things I Own

This essay is a continuation of the previous post on A Search in Secret India by Paul Brunton and a response to the 275th edition of Fiction Monday hosted by Vinitha Dileep In his quest, the author meets several yogis but spiritually, connects to only one Sage. In 1930, PB lands in Bombay (Mumbai) and… Continue reading A Mysterious Experience