A strange smell emanated from the place. The lighting was different, not dim, and made people look like pale shadows of themselves. I felt uneasy, as I could not see the exact outline that shaped bodies. It appeared as if they wore a halo all around. Maybe, a filter from one of those silly apps … Continue reading Filtered images
"Count the windows on the other side. I need to see the linkage between the numbers and the windows." 'This is how you bypass the doorway to the truth ...." The secret lies inside those boxes, and both of you are stuck with doors and windows, I smirked silently. Three Line Tales #Week 110
The normally sober Konica picked up a rock on impulse and flung it in the water. “Lady, you are not allowed to do that here.” Interrupted the guide. She was keenly watching the bubbles that arose on the spot. “Don’t you see blood there?” “Blood? No. That is a reflection of the evening sky.” “Dive … Continue reading Return
Daily advice from Mom - Don’t write on the walls. All I could think about was how I would adorn the walls with my art. So many accidents have taken place at this spot, because the signage becomes a temptation to attempt the forbidden. The irresistible taste of the forbidden fruit… (280 characters) Twittering … Continue reading Forbidden
Little NE appeared to be struggling with something on her desk since morning. “What exactly are you trying to do, NE?” “I m lng a nu form of art. The thin cnvs is called ppr, and u gt pnts in few clrs. 1 can pnt lfabets to rite a story, or drw figrs with it. … Continue reading Art
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
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