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
“Hey, buddy! Hope you have had your share of eye candy. A female team has been allocated the task of investigating this case.” His eyes looked bleak, and he tried to gesticulate but couldn’t. His obsession had led him to make a false confession. Back in college, I learnt that the prank had misfired. The … Continue reading Obsessed
Doves of Peace is an international organization with co-founders across the world. They are committed to fighting violence and war. My journalistic instincts set me off on a discovery trail, and I found that some of them have never met offline. The common thread that bound them was an online kids’ club. They read the … Continue reading Lessons in peace
Famous last words of a producer of kids’ books and toys They have created a world with the mental toys that I gave them to play. Wish I had been more imaginative, positive and expansive in my writing…. I underestimated the power of my readers. (243 characters) Twittering Tales #92
