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Too late to react

In a split second, she was soaked; or so it seemed. The warmth settled slowly, making a deeper and deeper imprint. She had tried with all her might but could not stop the inevitable. She could help neither..
...from falling in love..or
..the tea from staining her attire. Both had left a deep impact!

Fourth Tuesday prompt from Preeti Shenoy

A relationship takes its time to thicken, fills the pores of your heart and leaves an imprint that takes a long long while to vanish even when the attempt to wash out the memories is in earnest. Much like a tea-stain.

So, can a relationship be compared to a tea-stain? I guess so.

This is my first feeble attempt at a 55er. Happy Valentine's day!


  1. Definitely a way to compare and look at relationships and tea stains :)

    1. glad you think that way, Ashna! :-)

  2. Short but interesting. Wanted to keep reading :)

    1. It's a 55er,Naresh, hence short but hopefully it carried the message in so many words. Happy to know you wanted to read more..:-) Thanks!

  3. Short and sweet. True, too.
    A relationship takes its time to thicken, fills the pores of your heart and leaves an imprint that takes a long long while to vanish even when the attempt to wash out the memories is in earnest. Much like a tea-stain.


  4. this one was good....suspense...short and sweet.

  5. The Tea posts never disappoint. Never <3

    I love 55 fiction, it's a challenge of a weird kind.

    1. aww Chintan, coming from you, it's a huge compliment.
      Thank you so much!!!! <3

  6. What is a 55er? I was expecting to read more! You left me disappointed :)

    1. :-) Wikipedia defines a "55 fiction as a form of micro-fiction that refers to the works of fiction that are either limited to a maximum of fifty-five words or have a requirement of exactly 55 words (no more and no less)"
      so, I hope I conveyed the story sufficiently in 55 words..:-)

  7. Simple yet leaves an impact :)
    very truly said :)

    1. Hey Saloni, thank you so much!
      and welcome to my blog..:-)

  8. A relationship is like a tea stain,
    the stain may fade with time,
    but will leave behind its marks,
    a relationship may die with time,
    but will leave behind its sparks...

  9. So simple and realistic... Got caught up with work, so could not participate this time :-(

    1. Thanks, Tan!
      missed reading your take on this..
      seriously, these tea prompts have given me a chance to meet people who are so creative and write so well :-)

  10. When you write Uma, I don't feel like reaching the end of post. In that light, 55-er was a disappointment. Nevertheless, had the punch it is supposed to have.

    1. oooh...that's such a huge compliment. That too coming from someone who has such a massive fan thrilled :-)))
      Thank you so much, Sahana!


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