It’s a grand ceremony. People from the four corners of the world have gathered here. My father, my mother and all my friends are here. I have made them all proud today. It’s a special day for me for they will honour me with the Param Vir Chakra today.
Neeta, my beautiful wife, looks beautiful as ever holding our baby in her arms. She climbs the stairs to join me on the stage.
I am so happy to see her yet so sad!
How I wish God had given me a few more years to live with her!
This post is written as an entry for Day 4 of the Bar-A-Thon Edition 3. I am using the theme as a Marathon of 100 words story challenge combined with the prompt for today which is “four corners of the world”.
The setting was perfect, Manasi was looking gorgeous in her black dress while Sumit looked like a Greek god in his black suit. After six months of having a baby, they had planned a dinner date leaving their baby in the custody of grandparents.
The waiter took the order, Manasi was waiting for some romantic conversation.
Sumit’s phone rang. A call by one of his clients took a good half an hour after which the rest of the evening was gone with Sumit making arrangements for his client’s visit.
“Three’s a crowd,” she thought as they sat in the car.
This post is written as an entry for Day 3 of the Bar- A- Thon Edition 3. I am using my theme as the marathon of 100 word story challenge combining with the prompt for today which is ‘Three’s a crowd’.
Her family was planning her marriage. She resisted and opted for M.A. Statistics only to realise it was not meant for her.
“Dad, any marriage proposal for me?”
“Yes, but he is a divorce`.”
“It’s ok dad. It will work.”
Her semester was coming to an end.
“Dad, any other?”
“Yes, but the age difference!”
“It’s ok, dad.”
“He drinks too.”
“No worries, dad.”
She got engaged.
Her exams were approaching.
“They are asking for an early marriage.”
“It’s ok, dad.” She chose the lesser of two evils for that was the only way to skip her exams.
This post is written as an entry for Day 2 of the Bar- A-Thon Edition 3. The prompt that I am using is the marathon of 100 word stories combined with the prompt for today which is ‘lesser of two evils’.
“Nandita, you just have to do it once. Look at the amount he is paying. You’ll be able to buy the dress you want for Aman’s party.” Nandita gave into Renuka’s suggestion.
That ‘one time’ was followed by many for she wanted the lifestyle of her friends.
The first time she felt ‘dirty’ but soon got used to it until one day she found that she was pregnant.
What about her ‘boards’? What about her parents? What if everyone found out? How about her school?
The next morning, she was found hanging from the ceiling fan of her room.
This post is written as an entry for Day 1 of the Bar-A-Thon Edition 3. The prompt that I am using for my posts is the marathon of 100 word stories combined with the prompt for today which is ‘one too many’.
“No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dream that you wish will come true.” – Cinderella
She was 6, he was 35. She was poor, he was rich. She had dreams, he had powers. It was a marriage by force. She could have died that very night, for he was the drunkard and had no control over himself. Many of her friends had died just like that. She knew but she had hope. She wanted to become a singer, like the one whom she heard once in a moving car. That one tune she would hum each day. He brought her home like a trophy. He was busy that night with his friends, drinking and dancing. Suddenly, there was a loud sound like a bang. Someone had shot a gun in the air for celebrations. It was an accident but he died on the spot.
She was left alone but became the heiress of his assets. The old maid that looked after his house took her under her protection for she was a widow and had no children of her own. She became her guiding angel. She looked after her and arranged for her singing classes.
Her talents and hard work paid off. She got a chance to take part in a Talent Hunt show. Luck was on her side. She won the show and was known as Bhumi, the Singing Star of the year. The judge was none other than the same singer whose song she had heard in that moving car.
This post is written for Day 6 of the Write Tribe Festival of Words 2018.
The prompt I have taken for this post is written at the beginning of the post.