New Year

This week’s photo prompt is provided by J.S. Brand. Thank you J.S. for our photo prompt!

The fervor of Christmas was celebrated at school by singing carols and dancing with Santa.

New year, brought in truckloads of excitement. For the elders it meant keeping pace with their resolutions and fulfilling their targets. But for me, it didn’t mean much sweat.

A step closer to the summer months, a trip to grandma’s place was on the cards. During this wait, homework, exams and everything else took a backseat. All I could ever think was, grandma’s pleasant smile welcoming me, her deft hands at work, be it on the garden she tended or the aromatic food she prepared for us kids.

The steps leading to her house dotted with sweet smelling flowers,her garden laden with fruit bearing trees, her dogs accompanying us to the games we played.

Time and again, we are reminded of the benefits of exercise, which seem boring to me as an adult. Looks like I could take a page out of my childhood, then, be it rain or shine, all I ever wanted was, to be up and running.

175 words.

Acknowledgements :- Thank you PJ for running the challenge at Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write in about 150 words(+/-25 words) based on the photo prompt. For guidelines please refer here. Thank you all for stopping by and reading.

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