Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Go Play!

'I've asked you a hundred times to keep your hair plaited! Why do you insist on leaving it open?', yelled my Grand Ma at me. 'But I want to leave it open Granny. I like it that way', I said in an irritated tone. My Mom gently brushed my shoulder asking me to keep quiet.

'Today's generation don't listen to elders at all!' murmured my Granny and went in. She got a bottle of coconut oil and a hair band. 'Come here right now', she ordered. I quietly went and sat down. She poured half the bottle of oil into my hair and put a tight plait. 'See, how beautiful you look now. You will spoil your hair if you leave it just like that.' she said kissing me on my forehead. At that very moment I wanted to shout at the top of my voice that I don't like plaiting my hair but I kept quiet. I din't wanted to embarrass my Mom. 

'Mom, why does Granny always want me to keep my hair plaited? And look how much oil she has poured on my head. I will have to put a full bottle of shampoo to rinse this off my hair!' I said to my Mom after we came back home from my Granny's place. 'She cares for you baby. She doesn't want your hair to get spoiled.' I din't wanted to argue with my Mom, so I went into my room. 

'Granny, please let me do whatever I want with my hair. I promise I will take care of it.'

'How will you take care of your hair? If you do not keep it plaited, your hair will become frizzy and you might even have hairfall', she warned.

'I won't Granny. I will keep it nourished with Dove.'

'Dove? How will that help you?

Granny, Dove really helps in keeping hair moisturized and nourished. Touch my hair and see how soft it is.'

'It is soft because I oil your hair regularly.'

That's true Granny but it's also because of Dove. Let me show you' I said removing the band from my hair.

'Watch this Granny', I said swaying my head as my hair bounced enjoying the new found freedom.

My Granny gave me a surprised look.

'You want me to plait my hair right? Let me show you in how many different ways that can be done.'

I showed her all the different kinds of hairstyles I knew and she looked at me in awe.

'Oh my little princess, you look so beautiful.' she said.

Just a moment Granny, I said and got a curler and straightener from my neighbor Pinky.

'I sat down and straightened my hair. 'It will burn your hair!' screamed my Granny.

'It won't Granny. Touch my hair and see how it feels.'

Then I curled my hair from the mid section something I wanted to do from so long!!! My Granny gave up on me and left. I took my phone, played the song "Shake it like Shammi" and danced swaying my head and shaking my body like Shammi. I felt on the top of this world playing with my hair and dancing! I suddenly heard someone bang the door. I opened the door but no one was there. My Mom called out my name loud! I got up from my bed startled and realized that it was all a dream. My hair was still the same. And no, I was not playing with it.

I will never be allowed to play with my hair!

This is my entry to the Indiblogger contest Dove Go Play hosted my Dove.

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Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Five Sentence Fiction – Strength

"What's wrong my love?", she enquired gently placing her hand on his shoulder.

He looked up at her and broke into tears.

"We...  we lost everything, including this house", he said crying out louder.

She held him in her arms and said, "We did not lose everything, our love is still going strong and it will find us a way out of this."

He looked into her consoling eyes for that is all the strength he needed to get up and work again.

This five sentence fiction is written for the prompt "Strength" at Lillie McFerrin Writes

Monday, February 3, 2014


They kissed and caressed each other as if their bodies were hungry for love since long. He unbuttoned her blouse hurriedly pushing her on the bed. Engulfed in passion and lust they forgot that they'd left the door open. She opened the door only to find her husband lying naked with her best friend. She froze at her husband's infidelity and the brutal betrayal by her best friend.

This five sentence fiction is written for the topic "Frozen" at Lillie McFerrin Writes.

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