5 word fiction - Horror Story

i was with my friends one day. we were celebrating our togetherness. it was our final year of masters degree. after that we knew we would hardly meet. it was a fun filled at same time very emotional moment for us. we had lunch, went to a shopping mall then a park, clicked almost hundreds of picture. what a day it was.

seldom it happens that when you are emotionally so charged you tend to miss few things happening around you. well i also missed one thing consecutively eleven times when i had already surpassed the 'curfew time'. consequence was quite horrific for me. i was literally grounded for one month. no phone, no computer, no contact with my friends.


so this is my 5 word fiction and its a horror story because my spines went numb after this.(well not really) :-

Eleven missed calls from Mom.



NOTHING IS CONSTANT.



When I look back at the roads I travelled I realise that every path, every turn, every milestone I crossed - changed something or the other inside me. Not only my looks have changed dramatically but the person inside me has also evolved. When I was a child everything around me was so innocent and simple. With every passing day life became more and more complex.



When I reminiscence about the seasons that passed by I realise that every drop of rain that I held on my palm, every winter breeze that caressed my cheeks, every hot , dry thrust of wind that burnt my skin - changed the way I look at this world.


When I look into the canvas of my experiences I realise that every fragrance of the flowers that blossomed in my garden, every colour of the landscapes I travelled, every sound that caught my attention - changed the way I feel about myself.

Whenever I think about anything I realise that nothing in my life remained the same as I remember them to be. Nothing that I admired remain the same as I see. Nothing that I desire will remain the same as I want it to be.

Whenever I try to fathom this mystery of life that why nothing remain as it was earlier the more I realise that nothing is constant. In fact the only thing that is constant about life is that - NOTHING IS CONSTANT.

I WISH...


I wish I was a cloud wandering around the skies along with the birds.
I could shed my grief in rain.
I could smile without a hint of pain.



I wish I was a river meandering through the mountains like a snake.
I could recklessly glided through towns and villages.
I could cross the boundaries without passports or visas.



I wish I was tulsi plant kept in a courtyard.
I could stayed in peace and remain calm.
I could tell stories to the generations to come.



I wish...

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