LOL: Life Of Leo

Still Life, 1907 by John Frederick Peto  Her day starts before the rise of the sun She cleaned the entire area until it shone This place was everything to her This abandoned temple was her humble home No one knew where she came from And yet she knew everyone on the lane With a cheerful smile she greeted everyone But a few others considered her insane She walked holding her old umbrella Carefully clutching her brown torn bag Age had taken pace away from her And yet she walked despite a lag One day a kid left behind his hat She returned it to him the next day His mother refused to accept it It was now cursed, I heard her say And yet she guarded it with her life Just like she had done with this house of hers Some offered her money out of pity Which she accepted and collected in her purse She lay alone under the moon light The hard stone was her makeshift bed There was no blanket to protect her from the cold Nor a pillow t...

Image Source A few years ago while I was shopping, I came across a painting. The painting was chaotic and had way too many colors. But it looked beautiful. But it would have looked more beautiful if it had a theme associated with it. That is when I imagined a painting in my mind. Colors and patterns that tell a story. After getting back home I pulled out a plain white sheet and began drawing. The theme was " Our Love Story " and I included all the elements that brought us together. Be it the places we went together or the books that we read. If it mattered to us, it found its place here in the drawing. I included some patterns and drew our faces as well. And before I knew it I had a whole drawing in front of me. It was easy to leave it black and white, but colors played with my mind. Since the drawing was big, coloring it was tedious. And since it was more like a doodle with various patterns, I had to be careful with the colors. And the outline had to be perfect to sepa...

Image Source: Google How innocent she looked as she slept, her long black hair gracing the pillow effortlessly. Made him feel more guilty, as he thought about his mistress and the times he had spent with her instead of his beautiful wife, who had never complained. That evening, after ending things with his mistress, he came home with a bunch of roses and a basket of blueberry muffins, his wife's favorite. Instead of her, he saw a note on the bed, written in his wife's handwriting that she is leaving him for another man. He wished he knew then, what he knew now. This five sentence fiction is written for the topic ' Innocence ' at Lillie McFerrin Writes . This drabble (100 word fiction) is written for Write Tribe: 100 words on a Saturday .

That drawer was left locked for as long as I could remember. “ What’s in it ?” I had asked him. “ Nothing Shreya. Leave it .” He had said. Tapan and I have been friends since the last ten years. We passed out of the same college and now worked in the same company. Since our office was in a different city far away from our home town, we lived in adjacent rented apartments. We usually partied at his place as I did not want any bottles to be left behind in my apartment. My parents loved to surprise me and almost choked me with them. I was not willing to take that risk. Every time I was at his place, I asked what was in that drawer of his bedroom cabinet. He always avoided the question. No matter what I did, he kept mum. Two years passed, and the drawer held his secret. But I was determined to get an answer to it, the minute I stepped into his house as his girlfriend. Settling my bags in his room, I turn towards him. “ Hmmm… Now I need the answer. I’m your live in partner n...

" So? What do you say Asha? " He asks brimming with hope. " No, Rohan ." I say clearly. " But why? You love me right? I know ." He holds my hand. " I'm getting married tonight. Chetan is the right guy for me. Not you ." I say pushing his hand away. " For God's sake Asha. You know this Chetan guy since like what? Two months? " He looks away with disgust. " You can react all you want. I'm marrying him. I've made a commitment and I intend to keep it. Also, you will not believe this, but I love Chetan. I do ." I say and walk away covering my face with the bridal veil. Rohan watched me leave. I did not know what he was thinking. It did not matter to me. Sure, I had loved him in the past. But he left me, because he did not want to be bound in a relationship. After two years he came back, asking me to marry him. On my wedding day. He was too late. This post has been written for Write Tribe's We...

Its 11.45 pm and Rajat and I are still stuck at office. This patch needs to be delivered to the client by 9 am tomorrow and I was the only one working on it. My eyes are drained completely and my body is slowly giving up. Rajat arrives with two mugs of piping hot coffee. " I'm glad at least these coffee machines work at night ." He says as he settles down beside me, offering me a mug. "I'm so exhausted man. I cannot even see properly now ." I say grumpily as I slowly sip the black coffee. I grimace immediately. " What? You need more sugar? " Rajat asks. " Of course! This tastes like an ayurvedic potion ." I say with disgust as he offers me two sachets of sugar. " Control your sweet tooth Mallika. Take tips from Nisha ." He says proudly. Nisha was his girlfriend of a year. He loved her like crazy but she hardly cared about him. He pampered and showered her with love and gifts and she was a satisfied recipient. She...

green becomes red natural progression no bias - life! This haiku is written for the Write Tribe Contest 2 at Write Tribe . ~ Soumya