He had learnt the hard way that he had to fear smallness of the self in so-called human beings, the greed that emanated from an awful sense of inadequacy, the fear of not being able to face his completeness, the hollowness that led to bragging, the anger at his self-sufficiency, of not needing anybody but … Continue reading Fear that he would outlive ….
"The credit for this award goes to my Dad, who gave all of himself to raise me and promote my career," said Angela, the beautiful winner of the Best Debut Award with tears in her eyes. The father-daughter bond between the ageing actor and his budding star daughter was seen as exemplary. He had gone all … Continue reading Bonding
The audience had never seen him in such form before. He appeared to be overstretching himself, but winning nevertheless. Only his wife knew that it was his last game, before the cancer rendered him incapable of playing. Three Line Tales - Week 103
The imagery is outstanding…..
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COPING UP (SHORT STORY/FICTION)
By Neel Anil Panicker
Salsa, said one. Solo world travel, offered another. Yet another, this one, a well meaning distant Uncle from my long gone mother’s side mooted painting. And this knowing that I had earlier, and that was a good two decades ago, dabbled in Fine Arts. The stark truth was that the closest I had ever come to anything that could even remotely be classified as Fine Arts was to ferociously snatch and tear to pieces the pencil sketches that my twin brother Chirag drew as a seven year old.
Ultimately, I chose teaching. Or, to say it otherwise, teaching chose me. I chose to respond to the newspaper advertisement that called for ‘Fresh Talented Educators’ with aptitude to teach college graduates.
The powers that be called me over, subjected me to a quick fire ten minute interview and a…
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don’t touch a raw nerve the pain drives me to press all the DESTROY buttons Ronovan Writes
Not trusting my instincts always leads to disaster. One Liner Wednesday and JustJoJan prompt
‘Too cute’ is a term she refrains from using for anyone she likes. Years ago, she had looked at someone and thought “Gawd, give me this guy. He is just too cute.” He was more than just being cute – intelligent, successful and manipulative. He had been a friend, mentor and guide for years, till … Continue reading Too Cute
Antono had received a box of picture postcards from his grandfather, as a part of his inheritance. There were messages in his handwriting on the backside, which never drew his attention. His sister was the one who devoured each word. Their parents divorced and they moved to different cities, one with each parent, leading separate … Continue reading Foundations
The life of Mien Zong was featured in the inspirational Rags-to-Riches magazine section. He was a man of few words – short and stout, with an enigmatic smile. He wore a cylindrical hat which could classify him as a chef or magician, but not the successful businessman he was. It had been his signature style … Continue reading Chili Mushroom
