Shailaja in Fiction, Flash Fiction, Writing December 24, 2014 47 Words Message in a box Total 0 0 0The tiny wooden box held a yellowed note. Sergeant Akbar clutched it to his chest, amidst the hail of gunfire above. We are but prisoners of our own desires: to be loved, to be needed, to be consoled. Sometimes, all at once. ©Shailaja V Word count :42 Facebook0 Twitter0 Pinterest0 shares
🙁 how terrifying… war and the loss of innocence is something I will never understand. you have said it all Shailaja.. and in just 42 words Reply
Thank you Pixie. Strange that I wrote this in the grip of a personal struggle and yet it applies at all levels. Reply
Sometimes I wonder the level of courage needed to actually fight a battle, be it for the country or a beloved or beliefs… Reply
Memories, attachments can be the darkest prisons to break free from. Very nicely expressed, Shailaja. Reply
Thank you very much, Beloo. That and the idea that we are imprisoned in them becomes so much scarier to comprehend at times. Reply
I often wonder what goes on in the minds of those on a battlefield. Short, crisp and impactful. Reply
To think that the same thread of emotion can apply to so many relationships and scenarios is also deeply worrying. Thanks for the share and comment, Rachna <3 Reply
Such a short but compelling read! 🙂 <3
A profound note. This really could apply to anyone in any situation.
Jennifer has been stalking through the comments today saying everything I want to say, first.
Reading this, I got such a strong sense of the physical/spiritual dichotomy. Wonderful job.
Was that just 42 words? You definitely achieved much more than that
So very beautifully said, a treasure put on paper.
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how terrifying… war and the loss of innocence is something I will never understand.
you have said it all Shailaja.. and in just 42 words
Thank you Pixie. Strange that I wrote this in the grip of a personal struggle and yet it applies at all levels.
Powerful words, Shailaja. Nice job!
Thanks Susan. Some days, the words find themselves easily.
I know just what you mean.
we are prisoners of our desires and need to be set free. very neatly expressed Shailaja
Yes, Kalpana. That freedom. How lovely it seems.
So much said in few words! How we are bound by our own petty insecurities….
More often than we realise,Aditi.
Sometimes I wonder the level of courage needed to actually fight a battle, be it for the country or a beloved or beliefs…
It’s a feeling I can never understand. Ever.
loved thed phrase ‘prisoners of our own desires’
Aren’t we all enslaved? Thanks ,Lata ?
Memories, attachments can be the darkest prisons to break free from. Very nicely expressed, Shailaja.
Thank you very much, Beloo. That and the idea that we are imprisoned in them becomes so much scarier to comprehend at times.
I often wonder what goes on in the minds of those on a battlefield. Short, crisp and impactful.
To think that the same thread of emotion can apply to so many relationships and scenarios is also deeply worrying. Thanks for the share and comment, Rachna <3
You say so much with so little.
Thank you very much, Lori. I loved your post on the mom-daughter dynamic yesterday <3
It looks like you have last week’s badge, but there’s plenty of time to swap it out.
Yes. I realized after i published it. Will switch it. Thanks!