Back to Work #FridayFictioneer

“I persuaded Bhola to come back,” Nikhil said, helping Nirmala stand up. Nirmala tried to exude confidence without much conviction, "you are back! see everything is fine here. " Read : Unplugged Kettle “From tomorrow,” Bhola said grimly, “ I shall work between sun rise and sun set.” Sitting in a crowded public place displaying a... Continue Reading →

A New Opening #SundayPhotoFiction

Still no clue about antecedents of her friend Shyam, Shalini felt that her personal space was coming down crashing as she prepared herself to answer barrage of questions of inspector Sharma. “We were childhood friends inspector, we moved to big city to pursue college education. Shyam was the most intelligent and academic minded. He wanted... Continue Reading →

Crisis in Ucalypta #CarrotRanch

Staring at the distant horizon, His Majesty Ucalypton X, the king of Ucalypta, appeared helpless. His only son was unwell. "Your majesty!" pronounced the royal physician, "procure me eucalyptus leaves.” The King had despatched the royal mule train under leadership of his trusted general. “You returned alone?” an anxious king met his emissary at the... Continue Reading →

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 →

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