Back after his morning walk, Guru ji was getting ready for his daily routine. As head of the sect, he was in charge of the morning puja. Despite a cold bath and wearing fresh clothes, he was feeling restless but not able to understand why.
“Guruji,” his aide knocked on the door of his personal chamber, “Sandhya ji wants to meet you. Shall I ask her to come tomorrow? You have a few important meetings lined up!”
“Certainly, I shall meet her,” Guru ji, simultaneously irritated at his aide’s stupidity, at the same time he was afraid that his eagerness should not reveal his innermost thinking, ordered, “postpone all my appointments for the day by an hour.” He was aware that his thoughts and behavior were improper for a person who had taken a vow of celibacy, but he was helpless before his instincts.
Dressed in an appropriate attire, she hid her eyes behind a pair of tinted glass shades, Sandhya set out for the ashrama. She was certain of the access because she was aware that Guru ji’s affection for her was anything but pure. Today, she needed information, from a man she despised, about a man she had loved.
Word Count : 201
This little piece of fiction was inspired by the weekly prompt challenge hosted by Sunday Photo Fiction Sep 8th , 2019, for Aspiring Writers. For other stories on the theme, look here.
Photo Credit : L L Jones
Note : I am participating in @myfriendalexa organised by @blogchatter.
interesting story of an age-old problem.
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Thank you for reading.
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You always keep us thinking 😊
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Thank you for reading and leaving kind words.
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And then? How I wish it didn’t end so early! I definitely want to read more.
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Thank you for reading. Micro stories end abruptly. Leaving the readers to imagine.
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So much said in just a few words. U told so many stories in that and left it to the imagination of reader. I wish it hadn’t ended so soon.
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Thank you for kind words.
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Confusing!
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Thank you for reading.
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I am very fond of short stories. I have the app ‘Pratilipi’ for this purpose. And I also read if I find them in a magazine or newspaper. That’s why I can say your imagination and writing is so good and powerful. I am sorry I don’t know but please let me know if you have written a book of stories. I would love to read your book.
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This is very kind words. Send me your E-mail. I shall forward a softcopy of one collection of micro stores, if it goes through. Alternately, you can search under #AtoZ in my site.
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Okay, will send you on Twitter:)
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Ohh, that was just getting to be so interesting! Very well woven and narrated.
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Thank you for reading.
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I envy those who write microfiction. It’s an amazing talent. Loved the story!!
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Thank you for kind words and thank you for reading. Writing a big novel is much more difficult. One has to have a much bigger canvas and a lot of characters.
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This is a good story
Intresting and magnetic
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Thank you.
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What happened after that? Curious to know….
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She will get her answer. May be Guru Ji will have his way. Who knows? Time will tell, or will it? Thank you for reading.
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Latka do bas aap 🙂 One keeps wondering what happens next. Good one as always #wordsmithkaurreads #MyFriendAlexa #BlogChatter
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Thank you for visiting. Come back again.
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I wonder what happened next.
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Imagine and write the next post. Thank you for reading.
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Ahh that last line left me wanting to read more. Well written
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Thank you.
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Oh the lengths we will go to find the truth. I hope the truth she finds will be worth it.
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Thank you for reading.
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That’s a lovely piece of fiction… But I wish you could have completed it.. for some reason I do not go with unfinished endings
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This has word limit. Micro fictions kind of end abruptly, leaving readers to imagine. I get your point, though.
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Now I am left thinking!!
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Thank you for reading.
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I loved the way you have played around the prompt because these micro fictions are very tricky and I loved those sunglasses. Can you tell me from where you grabbed them.
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You mean the story or photo? For photo the origin and supplier of photo is given below the story. Story is mine.
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Wonder why the interesting stories end that early, making the reader crave for more?
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Thank you for reading. Tickling reader’s imagination of possibilities.
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A story that made me curious and ended at the peak of curiosity. Hope SAndhyaji’s one-sided love doesn’t remain one-sided anymore.
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Thank you for reading.
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Lovely story… WIsh i could read a lil more…
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It is a micro fiction with 200 word limit. A lot is left for the reader to imagine. Thank you for reading.
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If you dont write any sequel of this then the question will haunt me…what happened next.
“Sesh hoyeo hoilo na sesh”…as Tagore Said.
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It is better to stay curious than know the answer. Curiosity kills the cat. Thank you for reading.
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