Last year, mid-September, I had seeds from a neatly scooped bell pepper. The amateur gardener in me, ensured the seeds were buried deep in the nearest pot that was once a home of a spring onion. The size of the pot was no match for the number of seeds; and the mud was a poorContinue reading “Flash Fiction- Life Blooms”
The bottle that transformed into a vase had no flowers to brighten the mood. Sunlight streamed through the windows and filled its emptiness. “Live in the moment.” © 2021, Deeya Nambiar
* A flash fiction or a short poem? I am still wondering. I let my imagination take the route inspired by the photo.
In the intrinsic patterns of knitted sweater, she ran her fingers, tracing the maze, feeling default in the original design. Stereotypes woven deep inside belief, her titles of obedience and multitasking, were default settings of original design. “Tinking back in a knitwear is easy, undoing stereotypes is but a maze in itself.” Her thoughts formulated.Continue reading “Short Fiction: “Tinking back in a knitwear is easier…””