The snowman had been there all winter, in my neighbor’s backyard. I was not on cordial terms with the Gomeses. Arthur Gomes and I had been colleagues, and I had to quit the job because of his political manipulations. We had moved on in different directions since, but the memories still hurt. Spring arrived but … Continue reading Spring
The words blurred into one another, every yellowed page like the one before. Her life had been an unending story of loneliness. The frameworks and characters changed, but the central theme remained the same – of not being understood, included or accepted, of wavelengths that did not match. History kept repeating itself. The editor’s words … Continue reading Scrambled Sun
Her mother believes that ravens bring bad news, and gets rid of them quickly, if they land on the balcony. Rowena is born with a special ability – to see beyond words. It has been more of a curse than a gift, as she fails to gain acceptance in social and professional circles. Her presence … Continue reading The Conspiracy
The family gathered near the fireplace after the last rites of the matriarch were completed. The preferences she had shown in her less-than-ideal conduct during her lifetime, were evident in the distribution of wealth. The siblings looked at the remnants of affection melting away in that fire. She had never been fair – in life … Continue reading Remnants of goodwill
Life stops for a moment, as terror engulfs me. I open my eyes to realize it was an illusion, and I am still some distance away from danger. I have some more time to go, not eternity, but I choose not to remain frozen in that moment. Three Line Tales #Week 109
God made a mistake while planning the world. He did not give equal life spans to living beings and their loved ones. Separation is inevitable, and separation is traumatic. My baby left me more than twelve years ago, and I miss her every moment, every day. I know another pet can divert my attention, but … Continue reading A Life’s Dream
“I would like to join.” The administrator looked with surprise at the frail, semi-clad figure facing him, “Sir, I believe you are the Chairperson of the Mahatma Gandhi Foundation, and have been vocal on condemning this sport.” “I condemn violence, not the art of self-defense.” “Great!. May I ask what prompted a change of heart?” … Continue reading Change of heart
Battles are about establishing supremacy. Battles are initiated when one intends to show others as small, or others retaliate in the face of imposed smallness. Whoever wrote ‘all is fair in love and war’ was so damn right. There are no ethics on the battlefield. It is only victory that matters. The difference between love … Continue reading No Means No
“Boundaries with permeability baffle me. What was the intent behind it?” “There is no intent, just imagination. It is an invitation to transgressors, minus the responsibility for consequences.” “It holds good for all frauds – perpetrated on institutions – and/or the self.” (271 characters) Twittering Tales #73
The challenge is Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Sandi has posted a story at Humble, but Humorous, with an invitation to continue the story. Sandi's Story Immediately, I flashed back to accepting my invitation to the mill. There were six of us who had set up sleeping bags on the outer, upper balcony. About 15 minutes after … Continue reading Are you In or Out?
