Unity Lessons


They filed out of the ant-hill in a line. Rishabh’s eyes were transfixed on the ants as they made their journey. A loud voice from inside the home jolted him from his reverie.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” his father was shouting.

“What the hell is wrong is with you?” he heard his mother shout back.

Rishabh felt sadness welling up inside him. His parents seemed incapable of stopping their fights.

The ants were now inside the home in their unified, undisturbed line. Rishabh had a wry smile on his face as he wondered if they ever quarreled.




“He’s opening me up. Now he’ll take out all the stuff on top of me and fill me over with those and additional stuff. It’s suffocating. I hate it when he does that.”

“I feel I’m tossed up and down. I can’t see or breathe.”

“There, I can see a small patch of light. He is opening me up once again. I guess it means we have made the journey and reached the destination. It’s totally disgusting when his hands grope my insides. Thankfully, he decides what he wants quickly.”

A luggage’s emotions are forgotten in the multitude of journeys.



“You’ve failed the test. Come again in two weeks’ time,” the vehicle inspector curtly told Som.

Som was terribly disappointed that he failed the driving license test. His car had refused to budge an inch.

He thought serendipity was his ally. But it had not come to his rescue that day and the thought bugged him very much over the next two weeks as he refused to eat or sleep properly.

Som was the first to reach the test grounds on D-Day. He was extremely fidgety and almost did not hear his name called out. He completed the initial tests without much fuss but it was the driving stage that was his biggest worry as he got into a car with a group of three other people.

The people before him drove the car successfully and finally it was his turn. The moment he got out of the passenger seat, he felt uneasy seeing how the car was parked. One of its wheels was in a dip. He quickly shrugged off the thought and got into the driver’s seat. It didn’t help him that the vehicle inspector was staring straight at him.

He put the car on ignition and tried to get it into motion. No luck. Moments later, as he held the steering wheel with all hopes lost, the car moved. That was just the stroke of luck Som needed. He made it through the test. Divine intervention or not, he did not know but he could certainly tell for sure that he had done nothing to make the car move.

At the back of his mind, he knew that serendipity had played its part for him. He smiled his way home to tell his parents the happy news.

Heartprints Are Forever


“Look at this! Do you remember?” Kavitha asked Sandeep looking at a photograph of their son.

“Oh yes, this was right after he got his first toy car,” Sandeep responded.

Their son’s laughter, his naughty pranks, his tantrums all played before them as they looked at several pictures.

On his birthday, the parents were very grateful for the heartprints of their young son. A sudden mysterious illness and death had cast its vicious spell on the little boy a few years back. Even as they missed him terribly, Kavitha and Sandeep realized that those heartprints would stay with them forever.

I’m taking part in the Write Tribe ProBlogger Challenge. The prompt for the final day of the challenge, Day 9, is ‘Heartprints’.



Diamond Ring


The night was beautiful. Stars glittered in the sky watched by a full moon. The clouds had cleared after a downpour a few hours back. Shweta looked up from the balcony of Sagar’s apartment and smiled. It was just the perfect night for her date with him.

“Do you want to hear some music?” Sagar asked while prepping the dishes.

Shweta smiled and nodded her head approvingly.

Soon the room was filled with soft, romantic tunes. Shweta felt very much at ease as Sagar arranged the plates on the table.

The sound of Bon Jovi, however, sent a shiver down Shweta’s spine. When she realized the song was ‘Diamond Ring’, she panicked. Beads of perspiration lined her forehead and neck and she bolted out of the door.

Sagar was clueless at this behavior from Shweta. This was very unlike her, he thought as he followed Shweta down the flight of stairs.

When Shweta looked back to see Sagar pursuing her, she ran faster.

“Shweta, wait! What happened?”

She did not bother to stop. She somehow wanted to reach her place.

Sagar soon caught up with her and asked again, “Why did you run? You were having a good time there.”

Shweta could not respond. She felt claustrophobic. Her hands shivered and she doubled over on the floor.

Alarmed, Sagar patted and consoled her.

“It’s alright. Take it easy!”

In a few minutes, Shweta seemed to recover. The colour of her cheeks returned and she was able to stand up. She felt a little embarrassed at her behaviour towards Sagar.

“I’m sorry, Sagar. It was that song. Diamond Ring.”

“That’s a beautiful song. What in it made you run?”

“That was the same song the guy who molested me played that night six years back.” Shweta managed to say. She was struggling to holding back her tears.

Sagar was speechless. He looked at her with empathy and smiled.

Sometimes, music holds bad memories too, thought Sagar. He held Shweta’s hands in his and together they walked back to his apartment.

I’m taking part in the Write Tribe ProBlogger Challenge. The prompt for Day 8 is “Put your music player on shuffle/turn the radio to your favorite station – write a post using the song as your prompt.”


I’m My Monster’s Scourge


A switch flips inside me;
My dark passenger is awake.
A hideous monster he is;
Holding the reins of my mind.

I feel a burning deep inside.
The fire of anger spews out of me,
And spreads its flares all over;
Devouring everything in my vicinity.

I feel him traversing my mind,
Sowing seeds of disappointment.
What I see through my inner eyes,
Is his reflection on my blood.

He builds gates of hell inside me,
Eating slowly away at my sanity.
I have to subdue him with strength,
To halt the onset of depression.

As his needles prick my heart,
A sadness comes over me.
I dig deep to find happy tidings,
And scare him away to a nook.

The monster never goes away,
But hides looking for his day.
Life’s battles are within us;
I’m my monster’s scourge.

I’m taking part in the Write Tribe ProBlogger Challenge. The prompt for Day 7 is ‘Monster’.


It’s All in the Mind


“Why don’t you come and sit in the front row?” the teacher asked when she saw the familiar face of Sumit towards the back of the packed auditorium. The lecture was about to begin.

Sumit pondered the question for a moment before emphatically saying, “No, Madam. Thanks!”

The teacher was surprised. She went up to him, smiled, patted his shoulder and turned back to start the lecture.

Sumit opened his laptop and the message on his wallpaper instantly made him smile. It was his favorite quote from Brene Brown and he could feel his inner voice read it:

“You can choose courage, or you can choose comfort, but you cannot choose both.”

It was a quote which inspired him to choose the battleground of courage over the sympathy of comfort. He would not allow paraplegia to be a deterrent. Ever.

I’m taking part in the Write Tribe ProBlogger Challenge. The prompt for Day 6 is the following quote from Brene Brown – “You can choose courage, or you can choose comfort, but you cannot choose both.”