Microfiction

Neily was hooked by the image, as I saw lines of hope, fear and dreams dancing in the unfathomable depth of her dark brown eyes. She wanted it, and yet did not want it. “Letting go is a learned art, a discipline, as we are so used to being bound in self-constructed environs.” I whispered … Continue reading Letting Go

It was quite late in life, when I appreciated my mother’s fine craftsmanship skills, and the beauty of her stoic attitude. She was a single parent bringing up three kids on scarce resources. The boots which she had created from an old pair of jeans did not thrill us at that stage in life, but … Continue reading Later in life….

Shucks… the dreaded nightmare of an empty auditorium…. This is what he had feared all his life. It was the funeral of a well-known politician, with only a few policemen impatiently looking at their watches. He had forged lucrative links with terrorists in his last unglorious years. (280 characters)   Twittering Tales #84

The Entrepreneur of the Year Award goes to ….. Sitara smiled for the cameras as she received the award. An unexpected question popped up, before she could start with her well-rehearsed acceptance speech. “Sitara, our viewers would like to know what made you chose this yellow and blue plane as your logo. Your business is … Continue reading Breaking the window

“We raised this young man to be our prototype. I don’t know when he turned into a distorted version of our lowest self…” “Let’s confess that our approach was  wrong. He is an individual in his own right.” My wife was dejected, but fiercely defended her son, like mothers do.  “I see that our basest … Continue reading Shadows we cast

“What made you choose this angle for the picture?” “Watch the pain on the baby elephant’s face….” “Yes. It is not a merry expression.” “Have you heard the story of Lord Ganesha’s elephant head?” “This is a museum, not an Indian mythological movie.” “Allow me to complete. His father, Mahadev had ordered the head of … Continue reading Immortality

“I wish this had not happened.” “But it has.” She was smoothening imaginary creases on her skirt. “What do you plan to do with the unborn baby? Your children are already in college.” The meowing of the kittens draws our attention. Their mother has just slapped them, as she has a new brood to look … Continue reading Motherhood

The crash of wave and snap of sail sung to her. It would have been an idyllic state of being, if she knew where she was. But hold on, didn’t the anonymity and being lost add to the charm? She had wanted to get away from everything for so long. And here she was on a … Continue reading Staged