Friday Foto Fiction Week 13.


The huge palatial bungalow where we grew stood today, dark & dingy with cobwebs hanging all around.

Tears welled up in my eyes, this was the place where Maa-Pa lived with dignity and kept the ancestral property neat and clean…and what we did?

In race of earning high, we uprooted our roots.

Now, I have to visit Oxygen pubs to breathe in fresh air, hit back to gym to maintain fitness…and here we have all in plenty.

I took the decision.

I resigned from the job and moved here with the family.

Once again, life regained & I felt rejuvenated.

(100 words)

Linked to FridayFotoFiction Week 13.


5 Comments Add yours

  1. A very interesting take on the topic.We need to take out traditions into the new age.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Ila Varma says:

      yes…we need to go back to basics

      Liked by 1 person

  2. shalzmojo says:

    Transitioning to the old way of life will be our salvation!!! Loved it

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  3. Tina Basu says:

    How I wish we all could do that in real life – go back to our roots!. Thank You for linking with #FridayFotoFiction.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Ila Varma says:

      I love writing for #FFF


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