"But when the woman looked up to see a response, she found the new mother staring into space. The other woman stopped speaking, embarrassed, and went back to reading..."

Read the moving #shortstory by #MeghaSGupta at the #MockingOwlRoost

https://www.mockingowlroost.com/blog/new-mother-matritva/

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A New Mother; Matritva

When she said that, I noticed that the baby's head was falling downward. I thought this strange because I have always heard that new mothers ooze with motherhood and instinct. But in this case, it seemed like she had no concern for the baby. Ignoring the other red flags, my brain compensated with the thought: Maybe she is exhausted?

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It’s #FictionFriday, and what better way to celebrate than a beautiful fiction about Diwali. Enjoy! #mockingowlroost #blog #MeghaSGupta #LightHuesOfTheSoul #fiction #fictionfriyay #writer

https://www.mockingowlroost.com/blog/puja-light-hues-soul/
(Pictures of oil filled lamps for Diwali)

Light Hues of the Soul

After preparing for the festivities and waiting for the puja, she sat on the chair near the gate. She watched the whole neighbourhood celebrating the festival with their families, and when she looked up, she saw the skies were filled with colourful sparks. The atmosphere was filled with the sounds of bursting firecrackers. In the midst of the noise, Sahitya prayed silently for the arrival of her children.

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