The yellow light is unmistakable, on those dilapidated structures, but not concentrated at a place. It is visible in patches of different sizes. He pulls out the picture of the yellow UFO circulating in social media. Some claimed to see it moving in circles over this lane. Maybe, they are searching for something, but what? … Continue reading Mission (Im)possible
The panoramic view is literally breathtaking. I awaken to the fact that there is so much I had never seen or known. The proverbial tip of the iceberg is within sight. I try to touch it, by swinging a little longer, but can’t. I remind myself that I am on top of the iceberg. Another … Continue reading Literally
The pink phone had dominated her dreams for long…. ever since she lost it. It was a setback at that stage, with mobile phones not having arrived yet, and the family landline phone locked with passwords. She was haunted by a voice – that of her first love, now incommunicado. (274 characters) Twittering Tales … Continue reading Maybe, he tried
It was the first time in life she felt hurt. The grubby hand extended to feed a biscuit to a guest was ignored. She was all of thirteen months old. Her expertise in piling up toys in the living room was ignored. She dressed well for school with a bright ribbon, but it was not … Continue reading How
Jamie Patel had just recovered from a stroke, but was asking for all forbidden foods since morning. “Let’s celebrate, kids! I guess I survived to only see this day.” His daughter-in-law faced redundancy in the office, and did not take kindly to his remark. He continued at a high pitch, sensing her mood, “Check your … Continue reading Crossover
Partially opaque glass made the departing figures look hazy. I knew one of them will either get lost in oblivion, or hit international headlines. I wondered if I had taken the right decision to stay behind. It is not easy leading an obscure, nomadic life. It is even more difficult being privy to a fraudster’s … Continue reading It’s not easy
“I don’t know why you bid so high for this mundane painting.” “You are an art appreciator and critic. Tell me, do you see the fingerprints of a challenged child, and the wonders done by a mother’s pencil over it?” Tale Weaver at MLMM
I will not let you honor your deeds with an explanation. Let the venom lie ineffective at the bottom of human consciousness. Let those moments be buried forever in infamous obscurity. Let it never give you the satisfaction of a victory. Let it never spur you on to try again. May you never know that … Continue reading Fervent prayer
There was not a single customer in the shop. The painstaking efforts in arranging the swatches and rolling the samples of fabric appeared to be going unnoticed. Anna was an ace fashion designer, and could do wonders with fabric. I could not decipher why samples of the finished products were not on display. She could … Continue reading Unknown doors
The craters on my skin, and holes in my conscience still peek through the paint. Keeping my eyes closed does not protect me from heat of the molten metal. Godliness struggles hard to compete with the authenticity of being human. Three Line Tales
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