Five sentence fiction: Dazzles

Lillie McFerrin Writes

Shama and Yusuf were a happy couple, they had everything going for them, they had a beautiful house,adorable parents, good jobs, only thing missing in their life was a child, who could fill the quiet house with laughter.

Shama was aware her in-laws wanted a grand kid, they were impatient, they thought the only way to solve this problem, was their  son should marry again, Yusuf disliked the idea, he told his parents, he was not interested.

The young couple decided to consult a physician, the physician gave them hope, within a year Shama gave birth to a beautiful baby girl,they named her Asha, soon their little baby was ready for school, she did remarkably well in school in the first year, parents were happy, the teachers told them she had incredible memory.

The following years were awesome for the couple, Asha finished school successfully, she was ready for college, in college she wowed her profs, it was the first time they had someone so outstanding in their class, they were proud of her and wished her well.

After completing her education, she applied for a job, the interviewer  was a young man, who did not give much credit to women, Asha stepped in his office and sat down, the young man was sure she wouldn’t be able to withstand the barrage of questions he would ask, her knowledge not only changed his impression of women, he was dazzled by the way Asha answered the questions!



Tagore song “Ami Pauth Bhola Ek pothik Eshechhi” translaion and post by Ranu

Latina: Jasminum sambac 'Arabian Nights' It is...

Latina: Jasminum sambac ‘Arabian Nights’ It is an evergreen vine or shrub, available in India. Common name: Arabian Jasmine ‘Arabian Nights’, Hindi: Bela, Telugu: Malli, Tamil: Kodi mulli, Manipuri: Jati pushpa, Bengali: Bel. Family: Oleaceae (Jasmine family). This photgrpah has been taken at Dhulagarh, Howrah. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

I am a lost traveler

visiting you.

I am evening’s jasmine dear

and morning’s Arabian jasmine

do you know me?

I know you young traveler

your colorful clothing flies in the forests.

In the month of phalgun,

you are an impatient fire,

In the night of the month of chaitra,

you are aloof.

We are floating towards you

Who is calling this homeless

crazy person,

in a humming tune,

when I roam around in the forest?

I the mango bud called you.

I dreamed of you before I saw you,

I loved you without knowing you.

When the day is done,

and I am finished playing in the heated sand,

ready to go on the road,

who will take the fallen flowers in the chariot?

I the creeper will take it.

When the dry leaves scatter,

at the sound of music,

who will be left?

I will  stay and be sad,

O the indifferent traveler,

the beautiful spring ,

will erase the pain of separation.

I the crazy traveler will laugh.

I am a lost traveler,

visiting you.