Stalled Boat (Sunday Photo Fiction)

Sunday Photo fiction

As she folded the old sheet of paper into a boat, Piya stared dejectedly at the flowing water.She had found it at the bottom of the old steel trunk, among her father’s clothes. How proud she’d been of him as a child.

The man had travelled around the region, toting a bag of books. Piya had understood that he was a bookseller, bringing much-needed resources to village schools and homes. He’d instilled the love of books in his young daughter.

As the researcher had rummaged in the trunk that morning, she’d stumbled upon this record. It told her the business her father had been engaged in all his life. “I earned Rs. 20,000 this last month,” one sentence went. The rich and corrupt landlords of the region, who wanted to destroy the legal records they’d drawn up with bonded labourers they held, had employed him to do the dirty work. Piya imagined what her father would have done after he’d collected the books from the powerful men. The picture of fleets of paper toy boats sailing on the surface of the quiet, deep river, pathetic thumbprints and agreements all consumed by the ravaging waters, rose irresistibly to her mind.

[By Aravinda Bhat  ( my son liked this photo so much that he wanted to write a story about it 🙂 )  ]

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Photo Credit : Subramanya Bhat

Stalled Boat (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.