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55 Fiction: Regret


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I was the best actor and yet, the only one with no parent in the audience. I couldn’t blame my dead mum. How I wished she were alive to see me. Dad thought my craft was useless.

Decades later, as an orphan sifting through his belongings, I found photos to every play I’d starred in.

***Linking up with Write Tribe for 55 on Friday***

Until next time,


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  • Vanisha @ A Life Un-Styled
    23 February 2014 at 7:20 pm

    This is hauntingly beautiful.
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    • Psych Babbler
      23 February 2014 at 7:22 pm

      Thank you Vanisha! That is humbling… 🙂

  • Sreeja Praveen
    23 February 2014 at 8:24 pm

    Aaha… that was so refreshing a take, psychbabbler 🙂 We often don’t understand our parents thoroughly, do we? He was indeed a proud father, but the protagonist hardly knew that…. Good one, PB 🙂
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    • Psych Babbler
      23 February 2014 at 9:28 pm

      Thanks Sreeja…it is sad indeed. Although sometimes, it would be nice for parents to let their kids know they are proud of them…

  • Shilpa Garg
    24 February 2014 at 5:00 am

    Aah! The regret! If only…
    Beautiful story in 55 words, PB. Loved it! ♥
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    • Psych Babbler
      25 February 2014 at 11:43 am

      Thanks Shilpa…if only is right!

  • Shailaja V
    24 February 2014 at 12:51 pm

    Oh the tragedy of not being expressive or demonstrative enough! Well portrayed, PB!

    • Psych Babbler
      25 February 2014 at 11:44 am

      How many dads do we know like that, huh Shailaja? 🙂 At least back when we were young. Thanks for the lovely comment! 🙂

  • Mi
    24 February 2014 at 2:51 pm

    Aww… sometimes there is always a gap in expression, between parents and children, and one misunderstands, unnecessarily. This one was good! 🙂 Crisp and to the point! 🙂

  • vishalbheeroo
    24 February 2014 at 6:28 pm

    Powerful take on the prompt. My heart melted. It’s so true! Love and affection are things that money or fame cannot buy:)

    • Psych Babbler
      25 February 2014 at 6:04 pm

      Thanks Vishal! 🙂 It’s sad that some parents don’t express themselves…

  • Beloo Mehra
    24 February 2014 at 7:55 pm

    Wonderful, and wonderfully told!
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    • Psych Babbler
      25 February 2014 at 6:05 pm

      Welcome here Beloo! And thank you! 🙂

  • Nibha
    25 February 2014 at 12:38 am

    touching! It indeed hurts when parents don’t understand their child’s talent!
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    • Psych Babbler
      25 February 2014 at 6:06 pm

      Thanks Nibha…it does…but even more so when parents don’t say anything!

  • nabanita
    25 February 2014 at 1:23 am

    Oh I also chose regret as my theme but your’s is so much better! Wonderful post
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    • Psych Babbler
      25 February 2014 at 6:07 pm

      Haha…great minds think alike Naba! Heading over to read yours now… 🙂

  • Titaxy
    25 February 2014 at 2:08 am

    that’s so sad. beautifully written.
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  • Damaria Senne
    25 February 2014 at 6:58 am

    You packed a lot of story into those few lines. Made me wonder about so many things – the dad.. why he couldn’y articulate his pride, whether he knew his child did not feel that their talent was valued. the mom – when she died, how she died, whether dad would have trod the same path if she lived.
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    • Psych Babbler
      25 February 2014 at 6:13 pm

      Welcome here Damaria! Thanks for the lovely comment…I’m kinda glad it made you think about so many questions…it’s stuff that we can never really answer. As for dads who don’t communicate their pride, well, I know a lot of us who live that! 😐

  • Ida Chiavaro
    27 February 2014 at 1:06 am

    I can’t think of a better word than haunting either. I used to get embarrassed about my Dad showing up to every performance, he often stood in the back, but I always knew he was there 🙂
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  • Leigh W. Smith
    28 February 2014 at 1:57 pm

    You’ve done a lot with just a few words. Poignant, and with an unexpected ending. Great work!
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  • Loni Townsend
    1 March 2014 at 12:41 am

    Wow. That actually gave me chills. I loved it!
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  • Kajal
    1 March 2014 at 1:01 pm

    Your work reflects in your posts, PB. This one tugged my heart…ah regrets!

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  • Aditi
    10 March 2014 at 12:13 am

    Wow this was beautiful. So many emotions, all conveyed so well in just 55!
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