The Outside World

Sunday Photo fiction

Kavya was born when the days were short and cold. That did not make any difference to her. Her world was her home, safe and secure in her mother’s arms. Months passed. With the coming of spring the world become bright and colourful. The outside world was now becoming part of hers. It was an exciting world. The tree with fluttering leaves fascinated her. So did the grass under her feet. She wanted to touch everything. She and her brother loved to play in the park. The beautiful wild flowers were waiting to be plucked. She got angry when her brother stopped her from plucking tulips. Every small thing filled her with joy. She loved to run after butterflies. Once the family went to a farm near the hills for a vacation. Kavya and her brother loved to watch the animals, the rooster fascinated them. One day they were exploring and saw a beautiful red carpet under a cherry tree. They were delighted and ran forward to find that it was a carpet of petals. Surely there could be nothing more beautiful than it!

Childhood is filled with such simple joys. Children teach adults to appreciate them once more.

(199 words)


(Photo Credit : Fandango)



The Toy makers

Sunday Photo fiction

Naveen was a toy maker. His town was famous all over the country for the distinct type of wooden toys they made. The world was changing with the internet taking over everyday life. Children were engrossed in video games. He and other toymakers were worried. Toymaking had been the main source of their income for generations. They were not qualified for any other occupation.

One day representatives of a large handicraft company came to talk with the toymakers. That company was known all over the world for its fine wood craft. They had manufacturing units in different part of the country. They asked the toymakers whether they would produce wood work of a different type for them. At first the townspeople were hesitant about making something other than traditional toys. But the youngsters knew that they had to change or their profession would die a slow death. They attended workshops organized by the company in their town and learnt to make wooden products of a different type. The company was happy with their work and promised to create a market for their toys. The toymakers had changed with the times and now they had the best of both worlds.

(199 words)


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The Toy makers

Honey Juice (Sunday Photo fiction)

Sunday Photo fiction

One evening Advaith and his grandfather were returning home after a walk. They were passing a tree when he saw many insects huddled together on a branch. He watched with curiosity. His grandfather told him they were wild honeybees which made their hives in the branches of trees. While this was a small hive, others were big. His grandfather told him about bee keepers who make boxes to house bee hives. The bees settle there with their queen and make honey. The beekeepers collect this honey and sell it.
Advaith was fascinated to hear all that his grandfather told him but he was troubled too. He liked the taste of honey very much. He loved it with curds, dosa, idli and cold water. He and his father went cycling some evenings. His mother prepared cold honey juice for him. He loved it. His sister liked it too. She called it juice.
But after seeing the small bee hive he wondered whether they were not stealing from the bees who worked so hard to prepare honey for themselves. His grandfather told him all the honey was not taken. There was enough for the bees too. But, Advaith was not so convinced.
(200 words)


( Photo credit : Reena Saxena)


( Photo from my collection 🙂 )


Drive to Work (Sunday Photo Fiction)

Sunday Photo fiction

Manohar was satisfied. All the vegetables had been sold. He put his feet up and relaxed. His thoughts went back to the days when he had had to discontinue his studies. His father needed his help in their dairy and fields. Both worked very hard. He rode on his scooter delivering milk to customers. Years passed, he got married and had three children. He wanted them to have a good education. Fortunately, they wanted to study. His daughters worked as nurses and were happily married.

His son was a doctor working at a good hospital. His son and his wife had been understanding when he told them he did not want to stop working. But now they had only two cows and milk only for a few customers. Then his wife suggested they should grow vegetables and sell the surplus He liked the idea. Every morning he supplied milk and then brought the vegetables in his cart to the street-corner. On most days he was able to sell his vegetables within a few hours. Then he relaxed and passed some time watching people before returning home.  He knew he was lucky because many of his dreams had come true.

(200 words)


Photo credit : Susan Spaulding


The River (Sunday photo fiction)

Sunday Photo fiction
The river flowed merrily down the mountain sides. Her source was somewhere in a glacier. But for millions of devotees she had come down from the heavens with great force. Lord Shiva had caught her and released her slowly with great care down the mountain sides.

She flowed into the plains and her life changed when she came into contact with humans. They worshipped her but did not think twice before polluting her. They constructed dams to use her water. She did not mind helping others but she wished humans were not so greedy. They thought it was their right to remove sand from her bed for their uses. Did they ever think about the harm they were doing ?

She had lost her freedom once she had entered the plains. But she had not given in everywhere. Humans thought twice before trying to take advantage of her. But she was very generous too. She had allowed them to build bridges across her. People living nearby needed them. She cared about others and wished they would care about her too. Now she could only move on, there was no going back. That was her life.

(194 words)



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The River (Sunday photo 


The Cycle of Life (Sunday Photo Fiction)

Sunday Photo fiction

It was becoming hotter every day. The heat of the sun was too much to bear. The land looked so parched. It was as if the rains had never happened. Last year the rains had started in June but had stopped suddenly after three months instead of continuing till November. There was no greenery in most places. The grass was looking sad and brown. It used to be so green and beautiful. This place was so special.
These thoughts filled Sooraj’s mind as he looked at all the benches at their meeting place. He and his friends always met there in those childhood days when life was free from troubles and responsibilities. They all had had so many dreams. He thought about his life. There had been so many ups and downs. He had always managed to overcome the obstacles that had come his way. He could not explain why, but memories of this place had given him strength. He believed that certain places and people could do that. Today the place looked dry and deserted but he knew there would soon be new life and the place would become green, filled with beautiful wild flowers.
(200 words)


( Photo credit : Susan Spaulding )

The Cycle of Life (Sunday Photo Fiction)



The fruits of labour ( Sunday Photo Fiction)

Sunday Photo fiction

Advaith was enjoying his holidays with his grandparents. One day he and his grandfather decided to sow some seeds of runner beans, bottle gourd, tomato and bitter gourd. Advaith thought bitter gourd was not needed but his grandfather loved it. They cleared many patches in the garden and hoed them. The seeds were sown and watered. Advaith was very excited and every morning he would rush out to see if the seeds had sprouted. He said to his grandfather that he would sprinkle water many times a day and maybe the plants would come up sooner. His grandfather told him they would not. They needed time to germinate before emerging.

Then Advaith went to stay with his other grandparents. Everyday he would ask about the plants. He came back after three weeks and was delighted to see delicate saplings. He loved to look at them. Soon it was time for him to go back home. His grandfather sent photos every day. The tomato plants were the first to bear fruit. He was very happy to see the green tomatoes ripening and turning red. He wanted to grow tomatoes at home too. And soon he did. His sister joined him too.

(200 words)


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The fruits of labour ( Sunday Photo Fiction)