
Dadu’s Temple Tales: #Fiction
Dadu’s Temple Tales
We roam around the streets of Katwa without a care in the world, without any qualms and baggages of our city bred life. We left the city lights, to soak in the pristine simplicity of this lazy town that lies sprawled by the banks of the river Ganges.
Dadu grew up in Katwa, and spent all his years serving the community; while Thakuma supported him relentlessly by pitching in and raising their progeny of six.
We, the grandchildren, walk through the narrow alleys of Mahaprabhu para, that leads to Gourangabari. The temple bells chime in unison.
Like clock work, Dadu went for his leisurely walks at 5 A.M. and would stop at Gourangabari to chat with the priest and carry back Gourangabari’s, red Hibiscus blooms.
A true Brahmin, he completed his morning ablutions on reaching home. Thereafter, he would decorate his Kaali Bari with the fresh blooms. His resounding chants of “Om Bhoor Bhuwah Swaha” would wash away our sins and soul, all at the same time.
Memories never leave you, people do.
Dadu: Paternal Grandfather Thakuma: Paternal Grandmother
Para: Locality Kaali Bari: Goddess Kaali’s temple Om Bhur Bhuwah Swaha: Gayatri mantra
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Total Word Count: 175
Linking this post to Priceless Joy’s, Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The challenge is to write a flash fiction story or poem in around 150 – 175 words, based on the weekly photo prompt. Thank you Priceless Joy, for this lovely prompt. For more information visit here..
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30 thoughts on “Dadu’s Temple Tales: #Fiction”
That last line is so poignant, Natasha!
The story brings alive the powerful vibes through the description and scent of the place filing through the senses. I could imagine this story through your words and of course the Om that reverberates.
Thank you so much, Vishal. I’m glad you enjoyed the story.
Your words created such a vivid imagery in front of me. Great writing this is Natasha!
Yes, memories never leave us though people do!
True that Shilpa. Thank you for stopping by. 🙂
Such a sweet and sensuous piece of writing, Natasha.
Thank you dear Corinne. 🙂
How true – people leave you not memories.
True. 🙂
Simply beautiful story taking one to the very scene, the small temple, the priest,the clanging bells, the Ganges and the red hibiscus flowers and ending with chanting of Gayatri.
You have packed so much in so few words!
Congratulations!
Thank you so very much for reading and leaving your imprints
That brought small-town Bengal alive Natasha. What lovely atmospheric writing.
Thank you so much Anurag. Good to see you here. Been a while. 🙂
Sounds, scents, sights, they all trigger memories. Beautifully penned, Natasha.
Yes, there is this thing about how memories can get triggered by a simple picture, a smell, or a sound. :)) Thank you so much Shinjini. 🙂
I went along with dadu on his walk Vivid description
This is called vivid description. You were so good that I could visualize what you wrote.
Thank you dear Sonia. Glad you could re-live my experience
This was a very visual piece of fiction.Unusual and enchanting storytelling Natasha.Very impressive.
Thanks a lot Amrita. I bet you could relate to it given your Bengali roots. 🙂
So beautifully narrated that I was able to “see” the story unfold before my eyes. You are so gifted with your words, Natasha! Loved this one. <3
And you are always so generous with your words, Esha. Thank you so very much. Glad this piece evoked pictures in your minds eye. 🙂
This was a wonderful anecdote Nats
Thanks you for reading and leaving your thoughts Aks.
Loved the last sentence! What a wonderful story.
Wonderful story! So many of the names and words elude me. Nicely done!
Hi Priceless,
Thank you for this lovely prompt. It did take me down memory lane and dig up some treasures from the past. So yes, this was not a piece of fiction at all. 🙂
I’m so glad to have recently started associating myself with your prompt.
Were you not able to decipher the word meanings, I put at the end of the post?
Cheerio! And thank you for reading and commenting.
Felt I was following the footsteps of Dadu and peeped into his house to find Thankuma running some errands.
Very lucid narration, Natasha.
Awww, that was such a sweet comment Anagha. Thank you so much.