Friday Foto Fiction Week 13.

Old bunglow



The huge palatial bungalow where we grew stood today, dark & dingy with cobwebs hanging all around.

Tears welled up in my eyes, this was the place where Maa-Pa lived with dignity and kept the ancestral property neat and clean…and what we did?

In the race of earning in multiple figures, we uprooted our roots.

Now, I have to visit Oxygen pubs to breathe in fresh air, hit back to the gym to maintain fitness…and we abandoned the place where we had all in plenty.

I took a firm decision.

I resigned from the job and moved here with my wife.

Once again, life regained & we felt rejuvenated.

(100 words)

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5 thoughts on “Friday Foto Fiction Week 13.”

  1. A very interesting take on the topic.We need to take out traditions into the new age.

  2. Ila Varma says:

    yes…we need to go back to basics

  3. shalzmojo says:

    Transitioning to the old way of life will be our salvation!!! Loved it

  4. Tina Basu says:

    How I wish we all could do that in real life – go back to our roots!. Thank You for linking with #FridayFotoFiction.

  5. Ila Varma says:

    I love writing for #FFF

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