To die a happy Man

Death isn’t knew to me. It’s one of my oldest memories. I watched my grand father as he breathed his final breath. He wasn’t scared. I recognised nothing but acceptance and peace in his face. In that moment, it dawned on me. That’s the goal. To die a happy man. And live with no regrets.

You’ve lived a good life if those who wish you weren’t gone are greater in number than those who want you dead. 

Die in peace, if there are people out there who hold on to the little things you said. 

Today, tomorrow, may be years later. 

You will be gone. Not to a better place. Just gone; without a trace. 

If life is nothing but a story, just make it a good one, right? 

-Sincerely, The Obsessive Writer. 


We have all fallen victim to, and indulged in the delivery of some cheesy lines. We do this sort of thing. Make promises of forever. It’s not much of an exaggeration as it something we say in the heat of the moment. But when push comes to shove, what would you really do for your loved one? How far would you go?

Most of these promises we make, are about situations we’d most likely not encounter in daily life. I’m not a soldier, I don’t think I’ll ever have to take a bullet for anyone. I don’t think I’ll be scaling mountains for anyone any time soon, seeing as I’m not an avid trekker. 

When I think about all the things I’d do for love, I guess the first and foremost thing would be to make real promises, about real things, you’d do for them in – yes you guessed it! -REAL situations.

I promise to be there for every little thing, because when it’s you, nothing is little. I promise to put your feelings above mine when we fight, because you matter more. I promise to shower you with love, whenever you’re sad so that you always have a reason to smile. Life will be hard. There’s no denying that. But, I promise to stay by you no matter how hard it gets.

– Abirami.

Counting Stars

It was another cold winter evening. A little girl sat shuddering on the front porch. Daddy’s going to be mad.. she thought. He made her promise she’d wait inside. “You don’t want to get a cold do you? Then who eats all the ice cream?”.  But she hated waiting inside, all alone. The excitement tingled in her veins. SHE WAS FINALLY GETTING HER BIKE!!!! Daddy never went back on his word, she knew. He always came through. Always.

The sound of the front door creaking woke her up. She’d fallen asleep waiting. With what could only be the ‘widest grin ever’ on her face, she ran out to greet him. “Daddy! daddy!”, she screamed all the way there. He stood in the drive way, next to the prettiest pink bike with rainbow ribbons and a shiny bell . It even had a pink basket with the little daisies she loved. She stood there speechless, staring at her brand new bike with utter amazement. “Do you want to go for a ride Princess?”, he asked knowingly. Her eager eyes gave her away.

He sat there, tired, after a hard days work. All the pain was non-existent when he was watching her. After hours of ‘going for one last round in the yard’, he finally got her to put the bike away. He carried her back to her room and tucked her into bed like every other night. Five minutes into the bed-time story and she was sound asleep. At last he retired to his own bed and turned the lights out, preparing himself for another day. Another day of picking trash and sweeping floors. He would do anything to provide for her.

What they had, though it was not much, it was enough. In a world full of people who spent their lives counting dollars, they lived theirs counting stars.

Inspired by the song – Counting Stars by One Republic. 

© Abirami

Winter is here!

When its all pouring rain and cloudy days,

And the truant sun is rarely ablaze.

When mornings are as dark as the night,

And there isn’t the slightest bit of green in sight. 


When the north wind howls in humble tones,

Through snowy homes and shivering bones.

No children play in the park,

And everything is just too cold and dark. 


Then came a man dressed in red,

With a belly full of jelly and a laugh so merry.

The darkest of  nights, twinkled in Christmas lights.

Trees are decked with presents, and our hearts are content. 


Homes are neither cold nor lonely,

When they’re blessed with the warmth of family.

And if you think of the happy carollers and their songs,

Suddenly, winter doesn’t seem so long!

© Abirami

The Tiny Soldier – Flash Fiction Chain #5

This post is a part of the Flash Fiction Chain #5 hosted at PhoTrablogger. It is inspired by the photo below. You can check out his blog for some amazing photography and also the complete version of this story which I have the honour of beginning. I am new to this, so please be kind. 😀

The characters are:

1. Rick – a not so ordinary ten year old.

2. Jenna – a social service employee.

3. Mrs.Montgomery – the foster mom

4. Jake – Mrs. Montgomery’s only son.

Here goes:

Flash Fiction Chain #5
Flash Fiction Chain #5 at PhoTrablogger
A child’s life is a lot more complicated than we take it to be. There are all these hopes and dreams but never any means of reaching up to them. Kind of like shooting stars you can only wish over but never really catch, feel in the palm of your hand. At ten years of age, Rick had gone through a lot more than any average kid. Spending a significant part of your life being juggled between foster families can give you a pretty good idea about what the world has to offer. The expectations are much lower and the hope begins to waver. Little Rick, however, was hard headed and quite proud of that. The determination and resolve he possessed for his age set him apart from the rest of kids. A bit too far apart.

His list of allies comprised of one to zero people. A kind hearted social service worker, Jenna, had a soft corner for him and made sure he had a roof over his head when things didn’t work out with his new foster family. And that, was a bit too often. Now, Rick was no brat who brought on complications for himself. His personality did it for him. He was not much of a people person. Not that he disliked them but that he was so…. unlike them. Whilst any boy of ten would love to play out in the rain or roll around in mud, Rick would much rather spend the day reading. Conversations weren’t meant for him. People were just too ordinary to be amusing. Getting sucked into a whole new dimension through paper and printing ink was all he lived for.

Naturally the world chews up and spits out anything that stands out. Every family he was assigned to described him as cold and distant and simply wanted him gone. Things were getting out of hand. Jenna spent what felt like forever explaining to Rick, the effect he had on people. He needed a home and for that he had to behave. Rick who never really let many people get to him, felt bad for Jenna. She believed in him. He understood how self destructive faith could be. But to let his actions affect Jenna was not something he wanted. Jenna wasn’t so bad. She was nice. Pretty. Always had a brilliant smile for him. He didn’t quite understand what a mother could be like but he imagined someone in the likes of Jenna.

A few fake smiles and friendly gestures, just like that Rick was in. A Mrs.Montgomery was thrilled to have him. She was a serious philanthropist. So serious that she had about 12 foster kids in addition to her only son Jake. Jake was not a big fan of his mother’s work. In his home that was meant for him and his mom ran around 12 screaming, annoying children. You can see why he has as a problem with that. So, he was constantly irritated with them and was something of a bully. The thing about fresh meat is that it does not go unnoticed.

Rick easily made into Jake’s hit list and for some reason never got off it. Jake had some sort of aversion to him and as a result of that he was a victim of constant bullying. He often had his books snatched away or simply laughed at and ridiculed. It made the other kids keep their distance from him out of fear of being targeted for association. It was usual for him. He grew up in loneliness. But it was a whole new thing to feel completely alone in the middle of a mob. To be avoided like that, stings. It’s tough being a kid. He couldn’t help but let it get to him. As always, he shrugged it off and tried to make it on his own.

One winter morning he woke up to the sound of a mockingbird. It was one of the less terrible ways to begin a day. He felt as though the bird’s song was a reminder. He had to keep up his charade to go unnoticed. The last thing he wanted was to disappoint Jenna. She worried too much…..  It was a beautiful day, he noticed as he went out to the porch. He liked the quiet. Loved it actually. The world seemed less threatening without all the jarring noises. It was a blessing to be aloof from all that hassle. The moist air soothed his nerves. He was hardly ever at peace. Unfortunately, with peace came thoughts and they brought along sorrow. It starts small and then just drags you down, emotions spiralling out of control. He blinked away tears and stood there in the cold.

There was a strange noise. He felt like he was being watched. You know.. that eery sensation? He looked up to find a monkey hanging upside down from the overhead cables. It was like he could see him looking at him. The monkey peered at him with curious eyes. Rick darted back into the house partly terrified and excited at the same time. He came back out with a ripe Banana in his hands. He’d read about monkeys liking Bananas. It was time to test that theory. He waved it frantically in the air hoping he could catch its attention… was he going to make a friend? It was a new day…

For the rest of the story:
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6
Part 7
Part 8
Part 9
Part 10
Part 11