She had reached the end of her patience. Irritated. Frustrated. Defeated. That’s what she felt. The future looked bleak. She had given up completely. Obviously, there was no other way to end this. Without looking back, she looked down from where she was and leapt off. Landing on...

On a recent family trip to an out-of-town golf course, I had been designated as the unofficial photographer, and we had obtained permission for me to go on the golf course, despite not playing myself. I had a golf cart all to myself, and had promised to stay off the course; while my parents shared one and were on the course, playing. The golf course was vast and picturesque with lush greenery, hilly terrain with its sheer cliffs and steep valleys. I was busy taking photographs and videos while trailing them in my cart. The entire morning had remained uneventful. My parents continued to play golf. I continued to take photographs. Of the golf course, the flora, the hills, the blue skies and sometimes, if I felt generous, of my parents too.

This post is inspired by  V . She is a single parent, juggling many roles and succeeding at each one.  Read the original post here . The following is an extension of the previous story but can also be read in isolation. Both are fictional narrations in first person account. I reached...

During my morning walk today, as I grudgingly trudged along on the jogging track, I noticed all the green trees that were lining the pathway. With much resentment and indignation, I noticed that the trees hadn't moved an inch from when I last saw them. No exercise for them, I noted angrily!
Why is it that these trees remain stationery in one place and yet not put on even an ounce of fat?!