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 →

Someone at the Door #Indispire

 “Thud Thud Thud,” “Thud Thud Thud” “Thud Thud Thud”. Mrs Patel heard the sound of knockon her front . “It cannot be,” she closed her eyes and wanted to go back to sleep, “I am not leaving warm bed now.” Rythmic beatings were relentless - three knocks a five second break again three knocks. As if a... Continue Reading →

Someone in the Room #FridayFictioneer

“No breeze, not even a draft,” an incredulous Nirmala stared at the gently rocking chair, “yet it looks like someone is sitting on the chair?” “Is someone in the room?” wondered Nirmala, “ howis it really possible? Can a spirit shuttle between worlds, like a sea plane flies in air and also floats on water?”... Continue Reading →

Learning is Living #Selfimprovement

This week Indispire asks if learning has an age bar. I think learning has no limit.. To me learning is freedom. In life we often equate learning with potential to earn. By extension, potential to earn is equated with acquiring a degree / diploma that will enable a person enter an organization with a gainful... Continue Reading →

Cornered #SundayPhotoFiction

"Hello inspector," Sandhya sounded confident and assertive, "what is so urgent? I told you everything earlier, I have nothing more to add." Sandhya was different from men and women inspector Sharma routinely interacted with. She had an air that suggested that she was coming from well to do family. During her chat at Sailen’s party,... Continue Reading →

Under Watch #FridayFictioneer

This was her first night in the house. Nirmala had hoped for a sound sleep after a long day. She was wrong. As she switched off the light, a consolidated mass of darkness enveloped her. Whistle of train engines from station nearby, occasionally pierced the silence. Not sure when she had dozed off, Nirmala woke... Continue Reading →

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