The Shadow (Sunday Photo Fiction)

Rupa stared at the chairs with tears in her eyes. She remembered that day when she had hurled other chairs in a fit of despair and anger. Anger against her mother who had never cared for her deaf and mute daughter. She gave her food but nothing else. Rupa believed that her mother did not even think of her as a human being. She had not even noticed the bruises in Rupa’s hands and legs. She had not seen the fear in her daughter’s eyes and in her whole body. Rupa had been only twelve at that time.

Her sister, who was much older than her, was away at college in another city. She had come home for vacations. She noticed that Rupa had changed a lot. She saw the bruises and asked her about it. Rupa broke down but managed to convey her fears and misery to her sister. Her sister was shocked and traumatized by Rupa’s terrible ordeal. The two then started living with their grandmother. Her love started the healing process. Rupa completed her studies and started working. She was happy but at unexpected moments memories would surface. The wound had healed but the scar remained.
(200 words)


Photo credit : Pixabay

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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 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.


  1. Excellent writing. Well done. Many tales of violence and bad behaviour are best told by portraying the reactions of good people to what is going on. Again, an excellent piece of writing.

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