Whispering Thoughts

Some memories stay with us like seashells tucked away in a basket—small, delicate, yet carrying the vastness of an entire ocean. Baskets of Summer is a reflection of a cherished childhood moment, collecting seashells with my sister on a sunlit beach. Each shell held a story, a wave, a whisper of the sea, and as we brought them home, we unknowingly carried the warmth of summer and the rhythm of the tides with us. This haiku captures that fleeting yet timeless joy—the beauty of simple moments that, like the ocean, remain within us long after they pass. Seashells on the beach.  Summers gathered in baskets,  the ocean brought home. Linking with Crimson's Creative Challenge 017 Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

From parents’ laps to holding di’s hand, and having fun with cousins, I brought the entire trivia with me. While you all were busy packing my “trousseau”, I was stuffing my heart with our shenanigans . And when it was time to say good bye, I trusted myself totally to the power and prayers of the blood bonds, the “rakhi” bonds, the friendship bonds, and crossed the threshold. One lifetime with you all is so insufficient. Distant now, ever in my heart, I miss you all. I literally order the gathering clouds and whispering winds, to shower my hugs. Daily. Linking with Thin Spiral Notebook : 100-WORD-CHALLENGE- FUN

We'll get you a brother, They promised; Running errands Outside our nest, Pushing my wedding-cart, Running our family-name, Sustaining their withering souls; Never lamenting The sisters I could have had, Not even once. Its okay, I offered. Its fun catching fireflies alone.