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Serendipity

The fierce rain lashed against the glass pane, leaving back angry drops to slide slowly away into nothingness. The gusty wind threatened to break down the frames that ensconced the glass leaving it vulnerable.

The outside temperament matched her internal turmoil. She was incarcerated by her own thoughts that pinned her to a single place, mentally. Life was opening up to her in a way she had never imagined. But, the past clung to her; rather she had clasped her fingers tightly over a handful of painful memories that were slipping through the gaps, staining her present.

She was afraid; of not being worthy of what life was offering her; of exposing her vulnerable side to the universe. What if she failed? What if she couldn’t meet the expectations that some people had of her; or her own expectations?

Even as she battled with her thoughts, the rains magically stopped. The sun peaked ever so slightly from behind the dark clouds and a magnificent rainbow emerged. Though not an unusual sight where she lived, this took her breath twice over since a faint second one appeared over the stronger one almost as a reassuring sign of good times ahead.
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"Fear is False Experiences Appearing Real." ~ Unknown 


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 Word count: 200
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 200 word fiction written for the photo prompt at the Sunday Photo Fictioneers

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  1. I really liked the way you have linked to the pic Uma :). Lovely one. Sorry for visiting so seldom, basically a result of writing so less myself.

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    1. Thank you so much, Aparna. I have been writing seldom myself, so understand completely :-)

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  2. Loved this one, Uma! So much of beauty and inspiration in those words you have written.

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    1. Glad that you liked it, Aathira. Thanks a lot :-)

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  3. So much feeling in that piece Uma. Loved the positivity.

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  4. We all need that bit of positivity in our lives,no, Tulika? Thanks a lot <3

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  5. Beautiful interpretation Uma !

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    1. thanks a lot, Aarthy. Glad you liked it :-)

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