The temple bells rang. Saraswathi amma opened her weary eyes chanting, “Narayana, Narayana.”
“Parvathy, I am hungry,” she said turning around only to be greeted by an empty verandah. Leaning heavily on the walking stick, she climbed down the temple steps scanning the entire premises.
Her nerves went taught; beads of perspiration gathered on her forehead, mouth went dry.
“Lord, what has happened to Parvathy? Where is she?” the mother’s heart worried.
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The bus to Alleppey gathered speed. Letting out a sigh
of relief Parvathy thought out aloud, “Good riddance. At last the old hag is
off my back.”
Heads turned.
100 word post written in response to the picture prompt given below, for the
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| Image taken by Lyssa Medana |
to get a feel of some of the books doing the rounds as well as some poetry and fiction.
And Of course, don't forget to leave your footprints in the form
of comments and suggestions. Your words mean a lot to me.
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