All the Wet Cushions
The monsoon took Mother when I was a little girl.
My family repaired cushions in the marketplace, next to the saree merchant. One day, heavy rain brought floods. I scrambled for high-ground, but Mother was overcome, crying, “Aditya.” Then she was gone.
I wept for a year.
Until at school, we learnt about rain.
That rivers run to seas, where Goddess Parvati soaks up the water to bless the land.
And I realised, when I feel warm rain on my face, it is Mother covering me in kisses. And I smile, as all the wet cushions soak up her love.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleA wonderful example of finding the good in everything, finding the rainbow after the rain. What a beautiful way to turn sadness into joy.
Hi Leonard – Welcome to the Voice Club!
Wow – what an incredibly beautiful, soulful, moving micro story you have written above. It is quite an honor to be part of this club with such talented writers as yourself. Since this is your first story submission, I am eagerly anticipating your next story!
Thanks for your supportive words. Great to be here, still getting used to the platform. Glad you enjoyed it. I look forward to sharing more.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleHi Leonard and welcome to Voice.club. What a beautiful and bittersweet story. Very much looking forward to more of your stories. Very well done.
Thanks for stopping by. I really enjoyed writing this. I have a clear image in my head, and I hope this came across. Thanks.
A story that goes straight to the heart, Leonard, especially the last paragraph… so beautiful. Welcome to the club.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleI had the title floating around for some time, and the story prompt pushed me through to do something with it. Glad you enjoyed it, and thanks for your comments.
Welcome to Voice.Club, Leonard. Very clever to associate rain with kisses!
Many thanks. I felt it had a feel of “I’m just in the room next door” about it, not that I could compare to that work, but that’s what I was aiming for. Many thanks.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleA very beautiful story, Leonard. Welcome to Voice Club!
Many thanks. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Hello, Leonard. A warm welcome to voice club. Your story penetrated my heart. It is such a moving and heartwarming story. Keep on writing.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleMany thanks. It’s a theme close to me at the moment, and I’m pleased you’ve enjoyed it. Thanks for helping.
You are most welcome, Leonard.
I really enjoyed reading your story, Leonard. The opening line, “The monsoon took my Mother when I was a little girl.” totally grabs the attention.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThanks. I once got some valuable feedback of ‘every line a story’, it resonated with me and that’s what I’ve gone for ever since – with varying success! Glad it worked here. Thanks for the support.
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