Time’s Harvest


A frustrated Parvati switched off the gas in the kitchen animatedly.

Stepping out of her home, she made her way to the beach nearby and began walking aimlessly.

If only I could go back to who I was, she thought, looking at the steps behind in the sand.

Six months back, Parvati was bubbling with infectious energy but now she was deep inside a shell.

A jealous grief had exacted its revenge on her as she had lost her job, her supportive father and her faithful dog.

Writing in response to the Saturday Short Story prompt on the Write Tribe WhatsApp group. The prompt for today is:

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I'm an avid reader and writer. Reading gets me a feeling of understanding the world through different perspectives and writing helps me outline my thoughts from the cobwebs that the mind has trapped it in!

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