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The Chameleon (Sunday Photo Fiction)

Sunday Photo fiction

Advaith and his grandfather were walking in the areca garden. He was excited to see so many trees, specially cocoa trees. His mother had told him that cocoa beans were used to make chocolate. He loved chocolate.

Suddenly his grandfather asked him to stand very still and pointed at a small animal on one of the branches. It was light green in colour. He stared, and it stared back at him. It looked just like the dragon he had seen on the ground floor of the mall. His sister had not liked it and had cried. But he thought of dinosaurs when he saw it. His mother had read to him about them. They had lived long ago. Most of them were huge. Some ate only grass and leaves. But others ate smaller animals. He wondered what would have happened if they had still lived. For some unknown reason they had become extinct.

The little animal slowly climbed the trunk of the coconut tree. He watched with wonder as the green colour changed to brown. Suddenly it ran away. His grandfather told him it was a chameleon.

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Safe and Sound (Sunday Photo Fiction)

Sunday Photo fiction

The two bulbuls were frantically searching for the perfect place to build their nest. They had tried to build one inside a human dwelling.  They believed it to be safe. But to their disgust they were shown the way out. All their hard work had come to nothing. They remembered those days when they had built a nest inside the thick fronds of a betel nut tree and had believed it to be safe. But the peasant crow had discovered their eggs and had not rested till it had eaten them. They had tried to prevent him but in vain.

This time they had searched everywhere for a good place and there was not much time. Now, in this beautiful garden with trees and plants they saw the thick creeper twisting its way from one end to the other. The foliage was thick and there was light too.  The perfect place. The next days were very busy getting twigs and leaves from near and far. They dared not rest. The nest was ready and eggs laid. The days passed and one fine morning they were happy to greet their babies. They felt safe and secure in this beautiful place.

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Photo credit: Joy Pixley

Safe and Sound (Sunday Photo Fiction)

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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.

The Donkey And The Washerman – Tales of Panchatantra
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Photo credit : Susan Spaulding

The Donkey (Sunday Photo fiction)

 

 

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Dreaming across the channel (Sunday Photo Fiction)

Sunday Photo fiction

She stood on the rocks and looked at the coastline in the distance. She could not believe that she had been able to swim all the way from there. But she had. She looked at her teammates and could see their love and satisfaction. She sat on the rocks and looked at the waves. As they hit the rocks thoughts of those dark days came to mind. She would never forget that night in the train. She had resisted those bullies and in their anger they had pushed her out of the running train. She did not remember how long she had lain on the tracks. When she regained consciousness the doctors told her they had had to ampute her right leg to save her life. In the days that followed her family had been her strength. She had always loved swimming and trekking. She promised herself that she would cross the channel. It had taken a long time. But she did not give up. Today she had realised her dream.  Her past had given her the strength to live in the present and dream many dreams for the future.

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The Old Man (Sunday Photo Fiction)

Sunday Photo fiction

He was feeling so tired. He longed for this life to end. He looked at the garbage bin. It was closed now. But later, much later, when most people had retired for the day, he would open it and find something to eat. He always got something. People were always throwing away good food. He wondered about those who could afford to waste food when there were so many dying of hunger. His life had not always been like this. He now realized that greed had led to his downfall. He had not been satisfied with what he had had. He wanted more and more wealth. He had borrowed. He had cheated others of their money, of their life-savings. In the end his wrongdoings had caught up with him. He had become bankrupt and jailed. That was years ago. He had come out but had never been able to do anything right. He was reduced to living off of garbage bins. In spite of all his troubles he knew he would go on. He never even thought of taking his life. He did not want to add that to his sins.

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The Old Man (Sunday Photo Fiction)

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Imagination ( Sunday Photo Fiction)

Sunday Photo fiction

He and his parents had been traveling on the lonely stretch of road for quite some time in Rajasthan. Unlike his home state the place seemed so deserted.
It was late afternoon when he saw a huge being in the far distance. What could it be ? He felt himself tremble with excitement. No doubt it was an alien being. He loved reading and  was obsessed with science fiction. Isaac Asimov took him to different worlds to meet strange and not so strange beings. There was no limit to his imagination. He was astonished to see no emotions on the faces of his parents. How could they remain so calm?
He wondered about their fate. Would they be taken to another world ? They were near now. To his relief and also to his disappointment he saw that it was a gigantic cactus. He thanked God that he had not told his parents his thoughts. They would have been amused. They had been telling him to get out of the world of science fiction. He promised himself that he would. The fear and the excitement had been a little too much or him.

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Imagination ( Sunday Photo Fiction)

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The Meeting Place (Sunday Photo fiction)

Sunday Photo fiction

The old lady waved goodbye to the strangers, the couple she had met in the bus. They had come from a faraway country to see the beautiful, old church not far from her meeting place. They did not speak her language but she was able to convey to them that she would show them the road to the church. They thanked her profusely and she walked towards the park.
She and her friends met regularly and their meeting place had become such an important part of her life. She remembered those days after her husband passed away suddenly due to a massive heart attack. He had been fine that morning and had gone for his morning walk. He collapsed on his way back. Her son, daughter-in-law and grandchildren had been her support, pillars of strength. Her friends who had been a part of her life for decades helped her. She could speak her heart to them, tell them thoughts that she could not tell her children. This meeting place was a source of strength. She sometimes came and sat there all alone. The peaceful atmosphere had a soothing effect on her.
She thought of the couple who had seemed to be kindred spirits. It would have been so nice if she could have talked to them and told them about her special place. They would have understood.

Photo Credit: Susan Spaulding

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The Meeting Place (Sunday Photo fiction)

 

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The Seagulls (Sunday Photo Fiction)

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The Seagulls (Sunday Photo Fiction)

She lived in a big city and life was one busy day after another. Sometimes she felt she lived a very lonely life, far away from the small village where she had lived for twenty years. The village where the sea was so very near, the vast unending sea. She had loved to listen to the waves hitting the rocks. There was always something reassuring about that routine. The sea and the waves were always there. She felt secure.

But something had changed as she crossed her teens. She started looking at life from a different perspective. The reason for this change was her sea and the seagulls flying far above. She had always seen them and taken them for granted. Earlier, the vastness of the sea had enveloped her and protected her from the problems of life. The outside world seemed far away. That day she felt as if she was seeing the birds for the first time. They were coming from a far away world. She felt as if they were telling her to leave, to get out of her comfort zone. She opened her heart to her parents. They encouraged her to follow her dream.

It was almost two years since she had left her home. She was glad she had come and believed the birds had changed her life. She had many friends but sometimes felt lonely. But she knew her family and her beautiful village would always be there for her. She firmly believed she was lucky.

(Photo credit : Anurag Bakhshi)

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A New Life (Sunday Photo Fiction)

Sunday Photo fiction

She was all set for a new life, a new beginning. It had been difficult to break away from the old world, the old way of thinking, always bound by chains. All her life she had bent backwards to cater to the needs of others. In the process she and others had forgotten that she had her needs, her desires. One evening after work she had been going through letters from her grandfather. What she read in one of them gave her jolt. It made her realize her life was hers, a life she had to live on her terms, for herself. She knew she had to get away, and get away fast. She reached the gate, the entrance to the new world. But there were so many obstacles on the way, so many people in the way. But that ray of light from the past gave her the confidence to push through and go past the entrance gate into the new world.

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A New Life (Sunday Photo Fiction)