I saw them

Source : Trainstation by No Life Before Coffee (via Flickr stream)

I see her standing at the platform, half hidden by the corner pillar; her left foot tapping to the song playing on her Ipod, looking nowhere in particular but everywhere. For a moment, our eyes meet and we smile. she turns her look away almost immediately as if hiding from me as I keep staring at her elegant and almost attractive features. Noticing all possible visual details about her, I try hard to remember her but in vain. Every name that pops in ym head is negated by the playful smile she has on her face as if enjoying the trouble she has given me. She once more looks at me from corner of her eye and looks at the incoming train for an excuse to look elsewhere.

He comes out of the train and as if she was already aware , she picks her stuff and hurries to meet him. Taking him in her arms she beams like a child who has got an extra candy during lunch time. she whispers in his ear and he looks at me with one of the most heart breaking smile. And that’s when I know who she is. I used to be her some years back ; She used to be me that time. My future baffled at my present ; My present hiding from the future ME.

I see them walk past me with a knowing smile. I miss those days. I miss him. I miss myself. Andhere I stand , awaiting for another chance perhaps.

Prompted @ Sunday Picture Press , Inspiration Monday , 3WW

“Pet” search

“It has to be here”
“Then Why can I not find it”
“This is the road of riches?”
“Yep. More shops. Less people”
“I swear, the pic was taken here”
“Where exactly was he standing ?”
“Staring into a shop’s display”
“Gosh! that would be the toy shop”
“you and your pet! teddy lovers”
“Found him”

Inspired by Indigo spider’s Sunday Picture Press

Linked to G-Man’s friday flash 55

The lonely Angel


Cara was a beautiful angel – lovely , kind and helpful. but she was lazy too. She would often be found dreaming about her prince charming or gazing into the open skies for clouds when she actually must be working.

One day, the Queen of angels – “The mother” as every one called her, was touring her garden.When she came across her favorite corner, she found it littered with dry leaves. Of course she could turn them into green ones or better into flowers if she wished, but she never did that in order to teach all her angels to clean the area as it must be. It was Cara’s duty that day to clean the dry leaves but she was lost in the book of magic tales written by her favorite human author.she did not even notice The Mother standing in front of her with anger building fast in her head. And in the same rage, queen turned Cara into a stone statue and sent it to Earth. the yellow leaves and her broom followed her trail and settled around her as well.

And later when she felt, she was too harsh, she willed the curse to be broken by any guy who would cleanthe mess around this lonely statue. And so Cara awaits for the day she would spread her wings and be back in her city. Help her if you ever come across her please.



Image : Title Unknown by Steve McCurry (http://stevemccurry.com/galleries)

Gifted curse

It’s a gift and a curse” he said, handing me the drink. I had no energy to hear him but I did . After all, when all had left , he looked back and stayed for me.

“Each wonderful evening ends with such mess”, he looked around and laughed. I just let out a sigh of agreement.


Prompted @ Sunday Picture Press and Monday Inspiration

Written for G-Man’s Friday flash55

Winning Shot

When he awoke, he had the weird feeling,something was missing. More evident problem was that he did not know what was missing. Or from where. He looked around the room to take a loud inventory – the things could be counted on finger tips easily. Then as he saw the heavy locked door, he laughed to himself. It was impossible to steal anything till that door stood its place.

He ignored the feeling and walked to the breakfast table grabbing a beer in one hand and his camera in the other. He liked all the shots from the last evening’s trip to the river side park. Just liked. and he understood, what he missed. One of the shots troubled him. It would have been a perfect capture ,Only if the girl had not turned her face at the last moment and glared at him. So what if it was a cliche shot , he had waited half an hour for some kids to pass that section of the path.and the branches had to be covered so that they did not overlap with the shadows. He took one hard look at the pic and emailed it to the magazine for the contest. He badly needed to win, not to survive but to sponser his college fee. He finished the beer thinking of his days when he would be studying photography and not just using it for a living.

Next day , a couple turned up on his door steps, the magazine in the lady’s hand was open on the page that had shown the pic he had shot. Without any formalities, the lady asked him “where was this pic taken?”
“In the park behind this building”, he told without any question though he had some.
“And the girl ?” the man asked.
“She was with the people in the pic. Might be a part of the family”, he said a little defensively.
“She is my daughter”, the lady yelled.

And with that she ran towards the park. The man muttered a thanks and followed her.

He could not contain his curiosity and ran behind them. The couple was calling the girl with her name and looking frantically all around. They did not have to go far when from behind a bush, the girl came running forward. She was bouncing with joy as the lady bent to take her in her arms.

He stood there, not sure what to do or say, so he silently returned to his room.

That weekend, he received an envelop that contained a cut out of the pic and the story about how it had helped a couple find their lost daughter.

The story won his shot the votes and the contest.


Prompted @ Inspiration Monday and Sunday Picture Press