Invisible #TellTaleThursday

My friend Sudhir does not believe in anything that cannot be explained logically. I was surprised, when one day Sudhir asked me,  “do you really think something exists beyond our sensory perception?”   Sudhir narrated the following incident in response to my shocked and surprised expression. -----X----- Our new home has three rooms in the ground... Continue Reading →

Unhappy #Friday Fictioneer

“Changing with time, Mangu Ram?” remarked a customer, looking at the painted walls, plastic chairs, covered table and artificial flowers, “business appears to be booming!” “Mangu Ram’s sweet and snacks” is part of small town’s history. A meeting point and an eatery that sold sweets, fried snacks and tea. Most ate standing up, many took... Continue Reading →

Trapped #Sunday Photo Fiction

Arun rode his bicycle at breakneck speed. This Sunday, Mr. Sanyal’s daughter Shefali has agreed to go for a lunch date with him, provided Arun took Mr Sanyal’s permission.  “Sir home?” parking his bicycle Arun asked Shefali, “did you tell him?” “backyard; trying to build a tree house for his grandson," answered Shefali, "ask him... Continue Reading →

Outdoors #TellTaleThursday

“Dad can I play near water?” dozing on the carpet of grass, Sudhir was woken up, “other boys are playing.”  Sudhir loved outdoors. On summer weekends, he often packed his family of four, a picnic basket and landed under the giant oak tree by the water body. He had discovered it by accident.  “why don’t... Continue Reading →

Disappointed #Flash Fiction

“Valentine’s day!” incredulous manager responded to Madhav’s half a day leave application, “not even our festival.” Madhav wanted this day to be perfect. Instead, he got out late from office courtesy a difficult client. ATM was running dry. With the cash in hand, he could buy the muffin. He made sure to cover it with... Continue Reading →

Felicitation #HelpMithuSaveSchool

“This Guru Purnima let us honor Abani da,” suggestion came from a friend from our high school days. Abani da had been the hostel warden in junior section of boarding and also principal of the junior school run by the Mission. The idea found traction. We all felt, who can be a better person than... Continue Reading →

Lonely #Friday Fictioneer

Playing cricket with his friends in the courtyard, Bubu hit the ball so hard that it went through the open window of Mr. Sanyal. “Go get the ball, yourself,” friends jealous of his cricketing prowess declared, “this will teach you not to hit so hard.” Mr Sanyal lived alone with his helping hand, Madan, and... Continue Reading →

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