Tuesday, August 30, 2011

99 words

All his life, well, her life, he had chosen for her. Him, of insecurities and fears, had resourced great strength from within, and analyzed every nitty-gritty and made every decision along her life’s way. He would hear her too, for he was no tyrant, nor a chauvinist. But he really had to believe it to be a good choice to let her follow it.
Yet somehow, he fostered in her a free spirit. How can you gently hold something in your fist, yet let it free in the world? He held her in his open palm and guided her.
PS: A story with 99 words based on the image. This was a challenge in the Writer's club at office :)


Jeevan said...

Beautiful story yet so cute in delivery :)

monu said...

Thanks Jeevan