Moving Out #FridayFictioneer

The sound of shuffling feet from the floor above had rattled Nirmala. “The floor above is empty,” she wondered and asked Bhola to phone Nikhil, “am I losing my mind?” Unusual occurances at regular interval had shaken Nirmala. Unable to stay inside, Nirmala came out and stood near the front gate. Witnessing the unsual scene,... Continue Reading →

In Two Minds #SundayPhotoFiction

This summer he had planned to take a vacation. Inspector Aditya Sharma was looking intently at the brochure of the holiday resort. “Price looks affordable, I wish I could go” thought Sharma, “but this job with police department is like a boa constrictor, it does not let you go once it has you in her... Continue Reading →

A Review Can Be Subjective #Reviews

In this day and age of cut throat competition it is difficult to understand if a review is a genuine criticism of the content / product being reviewed. At the same time, the person whose work is being reviewed generally expects a positive review. I guess that is human nature. Reviewee expect good review: It... Continue Reading →

A Dark Heart #SundayPhotoFiction

All his life Guru ji has been an early riser. A long morning walk and feeding his favorite crow has become a part of his morning ritual. A few years back, guru ji had found this injured bird and nursed it back to health. Today, a bond is established between the man and the bird.... Continue Reading →

A Time to Think #FridayFictioneer

All his life, Nikhil had been an advocate of rationality. He did not believe anything that is beyond his sensory perception. Nirmala shared Nikhil’s worldview. Ever since they moved into the new home of theirs, one after another events have shaken Nikhil’s belief system. Sitting alone in the cafeteria in the neighborhood shopping mall, Nikhil... Continue Reading →

A Stormy Night #FridayFictioneer

Nirmala’s cry woke Nikhil up. “Why is the room so cold”, he wondered, “is the AC on? But our ACs remain dismantled.” "Nikhil my son is missing,” Nirmala was disconsolate, “bring back my son.” “He is sleeping at our friends?” Nikhil could see something has changed inside Nirmala, is this a sign of mental breakdown,... Continue Reading →

Throwing Dart in the Air #SundayPhotoFiction

“Yes I visit a spiritualist”, Sandhya answered the police inspector Sharma, “he is our family guru.” Despite her outward assertiveness, Sandhya was nerveous. She was not sure how much the police man already knew? What if the police inspector twisted her statements and implicated her in the death of Shyam? Sandhya remembered fondly good times... Continue Reading →

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