Early Morning Memories

The memories that stay with us and the ones we create…

Tag: creative writing

  • Where happiness lives

    Where happiness lives

    When are you most happy? There was a climbing tower in the park near the apartment where I had spent some of my childhood years. It was actually shaped like a tower and had two parts, the first part which was the base had a wider spread while the part on the top was narrower.…

  • Fragile Strength

    Fragile Strength

    What is one thing you would change about yourself? The vision of the eyes opened to the dust covered concrete flooring. Sound erupted from within the throat but was greatly reduced as they tried to escape the mouth tied tightly by a cloth. The girl still in her school uniform raised her head to look…

  • Handicrafted Joy

    Handicrafted Joy

    What are your two favorite things to wear? When what to wear comes as an option I think clinging to the country’s own handicrafts should be the best idea herein. There are many things actually available worldwide but smelling and wearing your own country’s products gives other kinds of joy. India’s rich cultural diversity and…

  • Favourite Times

    Favourite Times

    What’s your favorite month of the year? Why? Daksh reached for the dark grey suitcase of dimensions 55 x 38 x 23 from under the double bed of his bedroom. It was the last of the two bags and suitcases packed and kept there. Daksh’s wife Kadambi’s eyes had caught sight of the disappearing tail…

  • Facade of Truth

    Facade of Truth

    Pallabh sat in the rearmost seat of a moderately occupied bus. He had his eyes closed. “Did you take the ticket?” Pallabh slowly opened his eyes and pulled out a hastily folded ticket from the chest pocket and showed it to the conductor. The conductor nodded his head and went ahead. Pallabh put the ticket…

  • Silent Assumptions

    Silent Assumptions

    Mr Lugun stood at the main gate of the apartment building. He looked at the festive lights decorated around the gate, blinking in rhythm. A confused security guard inched closer to Mr Lugun till it was clear what had caught Mr Lugun’s attention. Mr Lugun noticed the presence of the security guard who by this…

  • Through the veil

    Through the veil

    The video showed moving ahead in a long passage of an abandoned factory. The person who carried the camera ran through the empty passageway. The passageway was dimly lit with the help of the light from the streetlights which managed to come in through the old and broken glasses of the windows on the right.…

  • Unfiltered

    Unfiltered

    The world was following its usual routine, the Sun was shining the Summer, the birds were making the sky more meaningful, the other animals were livening the forests, the trees stood spreading their shade for those who needed it, and there were us humans involved in an awful lot of things with everyone getting up…

  • The Mistaken Truth

    The Mistaken Truth

    The lights of the drawing room were off as the room was lit with the natural light which entered from outside through the open door of the balcony. The speed of the fan was slow as the cold was creeping in to signal the winter following. Aryash sat placing the pieces of the jigsaw puzzle…

  • Echoes of an Observant Mind

    Echoes of an Observant Mind

    Some summers, in the late evenings, I stand giving my plants those additional sprinkles of water as a form of respite from the warmth the ground had been affected by all day. I never know how some of them will grow, and I do not know for how long they remain as a part of…

  • Unknown to known

    Unknown to known

    The girl hasn’t met her father for so long from her birth till she is four years old. Her mother is her only companion, support and guide taking care of and helping her to read and write. She is growing up playing and learning things from her mother and surroundings. But do you know where…

  • The Right Card

    The Right Card

    There was a card, it was the size of any regular playing card, it had the picture of an apple on it. The card was being held in the hand of a man in his late thirties. “If you select this card among the three cards, then I will give you a pair of earbuds,”…

  • 3 Books in English you cannot miss

    3 Books in English you cannot miss

    Books! There are several books in the world. Being a reader in 2 languages it is always something which I look forward to.. book reading. Choosing the right book depending upon the situation, time is important..the more you read the more you capture broadness of mind and hence help you in the longest run of…

  • A Fraction of Cost

    A Fraction of Cost

    Yatin sat with a notepad writing down the monthly expenditures and calculating how much had been spent and where. The festival had cost more than what it did every year and Yatin couldn’t make sense of where the money had gone. “If you haven’t noticed, things are getting expensive almost every year,” Yatin’s wife Diya…

  • An Unintentional Surprise

    An Unintentional Surprise

    It was seven in the evening and Mr Jakhar had a comparatively relaxed day at the office. He was a leasing manager at a real estate firm. He drove his car without any hurry. Mr Jakhar looked at a petrol pump sign on the way and drove it in to have a fill of petrol…

  • Calling of the mountains 🏔️

    Calling of the mountains 🏔️

    Tell us about the last thing you got excited about. Hi everyone a very warm welcome to our website Early Morning Memories and thank you so much for being with us in this journey of writing stories and personal documentation.. without our audience we are no one. So a huge Thank You! Today’s prompt is…

  • Uninterrupted

    Uninterrupted

    What does freedom mean to you? Freedom is a very subjective term and may change from person to person a lot… Today let us know the concept of Freedom from a child’s perspective.. Meet Vikrant a 10 year old boy who was made to do his homework despite the fact that he wants to play..…

  • A Wish he cannot forget

    A Wish he cannot forget

    I came back home Tired and exhausted. My wife gives me cup of tea Which I eat in a minute’s joy. The dark sky paved a pathway towards our dark and mysterious mode of communication. We were not talking. Nothing much just something very trivial like not receiving the call in time. We were doing…

  • The Coin is Spinning

    The Coin is Spinning

    The coin was still spinning on the table. Although it had lost some of its vigour from when it had been spun, yet it was still not it’s time to stop. But it did later… but sooner than what I had perceived. I looked out the open but netted window. The sunlight had almost disappeared.…

  • Calls of Belongingness

    Calls of Belongingness

    I was enjoying a cup of black tea. My dear mother or my wife time its preparation every day with the time of my arrival home from work. It is not something I have asked them to do for me, but they do it nonetheless. The cup contains not just tea but also the love…