Now and then… #WordsMatter

Well, it’s #WordsMatter bloghop time, and I’m happy to write for it once more. There are 29 bloggers expected to write for it this time, on the theme “Twenty years ago, I…”. If you hop backward, you’ll reach Shilpa Garg’s blog, and if you hop forward, it’s Balaka Basu’s blog waiting for you. Have fun reading both. Can also follow the hashtag on social media to find and read others in the hop of course!

Now and then… (100 word fiction)

“From 6am, children played cricket or football here. Morning walkers watched them, smiling. Others practiced yoga or aerobics. More children came soon, boys wielding cricket bats, girls with badminton racquets. Some children had skipping ropes too. At 8am, an old man came with dibbas full of hot idli and coconut chutney, to sell for breakfast. In half an hour, he had run out of them. There were stray dogs too, looking eagerly for scraps.”

“When?” asked Sheila, looking at the sprawling mall we stood in front of.

“Twenty years ago…” I sighed, remembering the old maidan as we walked inside.

Vinay Leo R.
01. 11. 2019

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

32 thoughts on “Now and then… #WordsMatter”

  1. Time has changed so much, I remember going to watch football games with my father, we used to have ice cream from local vendors, hot groundnuts roasted with sand and even fresh juice without fear, but these days touching things out side our homes seems so risky

  2. Ah isnt that the sad truth of our bustling metros? So many of these joyful memories have been trampled under towering megaliths of commercial spaces.

    Love the narration Vinay – I could feel the pain of it all the way.

  3. Hi Vinay. Such a simple post with powerful message. I liked it very much and was narrating this to my son and at the end saw a tinge of sadness in his eyes which I consider as a good sign. Children need to understand what they are missing in this artificial and materialistic ways of living.


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