(This week’s photo prompt is provided by artycaptures.wordpress.com. Thank you artycaptures!)
The smell of neem soap pervaded the dark room. Long ago, when I returned from school, grandma, fresh from her bath would smell of neem soap, while she served me lunch. However, that freshness was missing from the smell in this room of crumpled bed sheets, catheters, and bed sores.
‘Kemon acho, dida?’
She raised her hand, her crooked fingers like old tree roots, to assure me she was doing alright. Though cataract filled one of her eyes, her toothless grin assured me that she had seen what I was carrying.
‘Narkel nadu!’ She whispered.
‘Yes, dida. I got your favourite coconut laddus!’
I put a bit into her mouth, the soft coconut crumbs fell from the side of her lips. Today was Lakshmi Puja, and my grandma’s birthday, too. The favourite part of the festival were these laddus for both of us. The sweetness that connected an orphan child and her only living guardian. Even after becoming an adult, the child didn’t forget, and neither did her grandma.
This my first entry to the flash fiction challenge, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers hosted by the amazing Priceless Joy. Here, we write a flash fiction every week between 75-175 words based on the photo prompt for that week. This challenge is open to all who would like to participate. Thank you artycaptures for the image of this week. Please CLICK HERE for more stories.