Reminder

dazzling yellow noon-

to the garden we follow

shadow trails of each other

.

childhood memories

clutch me in a tight embrace

reminder of all things lost

.

* A Sedoka for Carpe Diem Haiku Kai Little Ones # 5.

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Day 14: Favorite author from your childhood

Well, I was exposed to books quite late. I enjoyed reading even when I was little but I was too innocent to ask my parents to buy me books. I had only a book or two in my book shelf. Yes, I was quite shy. I am an introvert and have been like that since forever. Therefore, I used to spend time reading short stories from my language textbooks at school. I still recall many of them because I had read them quite a few number of times.

Of course, I can’t recount my favorite authors because I hadn’t any. That time the image I had of an author was obscured by the heavy books of biology, physics and chemistry, my sister used to study. Rather I will discuss the few stories I enjoyed then which were not based on the curriculum.

Panchatantra Tales by Vishnu Sharma were quite an enjoyable read. I had (still have) a kid’s book with certain stories of Panchatantra like that of the crocodile and the monkey and of the greedy milkman, etc. I liked reading them because of the simple language and a moral at the end of every story.

The Monkey and the Crocodile

Also, I spent a lot of time reading religious books that belonged to my mother. I liked and still like reading mythological tales. I was always amazed by the prayer of the devotees and the power of the gods and goddesses. It is quite an irony because I am an agnostic and sometimes an atheist.

Furthermore, I used to read every single page of a kid’s magazine that used to come  along with the newspaper every Friday.

I know this post is getting really boring for you to read. I will finish by writing that it is never too late to start reading. The books mean a lot to me. I like them. I live in their stories.

I am not reading much right now. But I know I just need to get into the flow of it once again which I would eventually.

Baby Piano: A 100 Word Story

“I can’t forget how we grew up together and then got separated. And today, it is a coincidence that we could meet.”

“It is indeed.” He gave her a brilliant smile.

“You still smile the same,” she shyly commented.

“And you are still the same.”

They shared a quick kiss which was delayed for years.

“And you remember when you visited me at 1 in the night and tried to hide inside my baby piano when my parents came up hearing your loud voice?”

“Yes. And I remember why I visited you.”

They held hands, past memories flooding their minds.

Copyright- John Nixon

* Written in response of the Friday Fictioneers Writing Prompt.

Fall

“I fell down,” she told her grandma.

“Oh dear!”

“But I am alright. Children fall down often, right?”

“Well, that is what people say. But who told you so?”

“Pa!”

“Hmm.. Do you know your pa had got almost every joint of his body fractured at one time or another by felling down when he was your age.”

“Really?”

“Really. We had to rush to the doctor every other month; once he got his one breakage fixed, he would get another one.”

“Oh!”

“Now let me see if you have hurt yourself in any way.”

“No, I haven’t. It isn’t much, just a little bruise here and there.”

“I will get some antiseptic for you.”

“It will sting?”

“A little.”

“Do you have to apply it?”

“I guess so.”

She pondered for a while, “I am a big girl now. I will deal with it.”

“That is good. Now come here.”

* Written in exact 5 minutes for Five Minute Friday Prompt