The Donkey (Sunday Photo fiction)

Sunday Photo fiction

The little girl loved to listen to stories her mother read out to her. The stories came alive. That morning she had listened to the tale of the donkey and the washer-man. He had covered the donkey with a tiger’s skin and tried to fool the villagers. His stupidity had got the donkey killed by them.
That evening she and her mother were at an exhibition. There were some beautiful drawings. She walked past the picture of a donkey. The sad look in its eyes stopped her. She remembered the donkey in the story. She halted and gazed at the picture. It seemed to her as if the donkey was trying to express the unfairness of it all. Humans think that donkeys are stupid, that they should be made to work hard and that they are capable of nothing else. In fact, the reality is that so many humans are stupid. They act before thinking and blame others for their shortcomings. The little girl promised herself to never make that mistake.

She said a quiet sorry to the donkey in the picture.

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Photo credit : Susan Spaulding

The Donkey (Sunday Photo fiction)



By Lakshmi Bhat

I am a person who believes there is not enough darkness in the world to extinguish the light of a small candle. We live in a small place in South India. I love reading, blogging, stitching, traveling, photography, listening to people and many other things which make life so very nice and interesting. Blogging is a fun experience, it has brought me into contact with people in different parts of the world and it is good to read about their everyday life. In spite of the differences there is a sameness which is fascinating. I have learnt and am learning something everyday. I have learnt to write haikus. I enjoy combining the thought and the number of syllables. I have always read books and I was happy to write short fiction. I had thought I would not be able to do so. Stream of Consciousness and photo challenges are fun too. Yes, there is so much in life that is sad and that hurts us. Many a time I wonder why life is so unfair to so many. We all have problems in life but the problems of many seems unbearable. This makes me feel so helpless. It is not possible to help everyone but we can do our bit, we can do something to help some in whatever way we can. I used to go to the Home for the Mentally challenged in our campus twice a week. I have been going there since 2011. The members are an important part of my life. Covid-19 has made it difficult for me to go there regularly. Hopefully I will be able to go there again. There have been many challenges in life and we have faced them with a positive approach. Our grandson and granddaughter have made life so much more richer.

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