Unplugged Kettle #FridayFictioneer

Read : Welcome Nirmala got up to the sound of whistling kettle to fix herself a cup of tea. A hardcore rationalist Nirmala could not believe what she saw. Kettle was blowing steam, but power cord was not plugged in. Nirmala felt the ground move under her feet and walls were revolving around her. The connector... Continue Reading →

Unsure #SundayPhotoFiction

Read : Police Calling The yellow kerosene canister was distracting Shalini. “Why is this can in a police station?” She was aware that the inspector was waiting for an answer. But she was not sure why the inspector had called her into the station. “Something happened to Shyam? Why Sailen is not here? It was... Continue Reading →

Welcome #Fridayfictioneer

In her well lit living room with big glass windows, Nirmala could not understand what made Bhola so afraid in such a beautiful setting. With little time at hand to engage in the flight of fantasy, Nirmala had work to do. Find a replacement for Bhola, find a school for her son and generally put... Continue Reading →

Police Calling #SundayPhotoFiction

“Come to the police station?”, the voice on the other side of the phone said, “inspector Sharma wants to talk to you.” Shalini was perplexed. How did her personal number reach a police man? “Who am I talking to?” asked Shalini as she tried to regain her composure, “Who is inspector Sharma? Why does he... Continue Reading →

Teachers in Short Supply #Teachers

This week Indispire debates if teachers of today be called untalented leftovers? I tend to agree with the motion. In our country and culture a teacher is equated with god. “Gururbrahma gururvishnuh, gururdevo maheshwarah, Guruhsakshat parabrahma, tasmai shrigurave namah.” Read : Teaching is an Exalted Profession A teacher is expected to show the path of... Continue Reading →

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