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The Chair ( Sunday Photo Fiction)

Tara lived in a big city with her parents. She and her best friend Lata loved to read books. They were neighbours. At the moment fairy tales were taking them to strange and beautiful lands where anything was possible.

In fact, their dearest dream had come true. They did not know how. One evening they had been reading about the magic carpet and the children who had wonderful adventures. The two girls wished fervently that it would come into their world. Instead of a carpet a wondrous red chair appeared in their room. They looked at it with apprehension. How had it appeared?

They walked towards it and touched it hesitantly. It was soft and firm. They sat in it. They felt instinctively that it did not belong to their world. Without realising what they were doing both wished that they could see their favourite place in the story they loved. The next moment they were in the middle of a beautiful, old path. They got down slowly and walked away from the chair. When they looked back, it was still there. They ran back to it because they did not want to remain in that world.
(197 words)

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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 but now I am learning to write fiction. Sunday photo fiction is fun and challenging.
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 am doing something in my own way. Twice a week I go to a home for the mentally challenged . This has enriched my life.
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.