“Shib, Shib, are you up?”
“Som, hush! Everyone will wake up” Madhu, cautioned, “I will also come.”
Shib and Som and sixteen year old Madhu were friends. Summer mornings were for aimless loitering, stealing fruits and watching the morning train pass by. “Control this girl; always hanging with boys; who would marry her?” neighbors would complain to an apologetic mother.
Those carefree innocent days were full of happiness.
Time changed. Madhu left with her husband. Shib and Som left for study and job.
Stone house still remains as does the tree. Memories of happy time linger around them.
Word Count : 98
This is an effort to write a flash fiction effort with the Friday fictioneers, 10th, Oct, 2018, using picture prompt provided by host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Other stories can be found here.
That’s life, they will alawys have those childhood memories.
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True. Thank you.
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Dear Abhijit,
This sounds like a healthy friendship to me. Adults do well to let children be children. Lovely story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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It is healthy for sure. Society has a variety of opinions. Thank you for reading.
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such a nice place to come back to with such warmth connected to it –
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Thank you for reading.
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A lovely story.
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Thank you for reading.
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Such a lovely story!
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Glad you liked it.
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There is always something bittersweet about growing away from childhood friends. You have captured it in this story.
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Thank you for reading.
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Thank you for the days, those endless days – your story reminded me of a song!
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Thank you.
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A lovely story. 😊
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Thank you.
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Cute story, life was so much simpler as kids, us adults should take note!
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True, life used to be simpler. Thank you for reading.
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The memories cannot be taken away although life sometimes changes unrecognizably. Well done.
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Thank you for reading.
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A lovely piece filled with nostalgia.
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Thank you for reading.
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Maybe one day they’ll meet up again and revisit their memories.
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May be.
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That was a nice little story this week. Really enjoyed reading it.
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Thank you for reading.
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Childhood memories are the best. And still brings a smile 🙂
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True. Thank you for reading.
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when all’s said and done, nothing would be left but memories. better keep the good memories, though, and discard the rest.
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True.
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Nice story that captures nostalgic memories very well.
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Thank you.
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This is really beautiful.
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Thank you for reading.
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I love this mother who didn’t succumb to the opinions of her neighbors but raised her children HER way!
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Thank you for reading.
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