Sneaky #FridayFictioneer

Away from the public gaze, the Indian ocean island houses several highend detoxification facilities for the rich and famous. Nikhil came here to get rid of his cell phone addiction. “I shall use it only during afternoon break,” he reasoned as he sneaked his phone into the gadget free zone, “I am an addict not... Continue Reading →

My Encounter With Baapu #GandhiReturns

This week, Indispire prompt asks us to describe an interaction with Baapu Gandhi, if we happened to meet him. The following is my story. I could only open my mouth in my dream. In real life, I would stand spellbound and overawed. I did not know, when I dozed off listening to election result. I... Continue Reading →

Journey Planning #SundayPhotoFiction

Walking around his native village, Akhilesh was surprised to see the triangular structure. He was reminded of Egyptian pyramid. Who will build a pyramid like structure, in this day and age, in this part of the world and why?  “What is that structure, made of loose stone, all about?” Akhilesh asked his father during eveining... Continue Reading →

Answer #TellTaleThursday

“I can show you your past,” said the bearded man wearing a flowing white robe, calmly, “but son what you shall see when you peek into my magical mirror, good bad or ugly, will be your responsibiiity to deal with.” “I am ready your holiness,” Som pleaded, “I must know my past.” “Come back a... Continue Reading →

Scotch On The Rocks #CarrotRanch

 “A large scotch please,” Sam ordered, “and whatever my friend wants.” After a hard couple of days of business meeting, friends decided to relax on the final evening. “Shall I bring the ice separately?” asked the waiter, “and for you sir, what should I get you?” “Make one large peg, no ice.” Som asked mocking,... Continue Reading →

Prince Charming #FridayFictioneer

“One day, you would ride with your prince charming on this horse,” grandma said pinning the picture of pony on Shiela’s bedroom wall, “move to a distant land and live happily ever after.” Every morning, Shiela would wake up and inspect her little pony. “This pony will grow in size, like you will,” grandma had assured.... Continue Reading →

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