Queue #FridayFictioneer

He took his position at the end of the serpentine queue. The queue did not surprise him. All his life he had stood in one line or the other, for everything. “Identification, please!” the officer asked. “What id?” first time in his life, he had questioned an officer, with a sense of surprise, “I have... Continue Reading →

Shattered Dream #SundayPhotoFiction

“Sir, we are ready to release you,” the negotiator would say, “as long as you promise not to engage in political activity, for next five years.” He was a political prisoner. Access to a window was one of the few privileges he was granted. His favorite pastime was to look outside. Wild plants, with scrawny... Continue Reading →

Fickle Fate #FridayFictioneer

“Get up and get ready,” pronouncement the sentree. Eldest son of emperor Shahjahan, heir to the imperial throne, Darrah Shikho, is an ordinary prisoner today. Lost one battle after another, before the prince was betrayed by his host, Nawab of Sind. Darrah sat down to offer his morning prayer. Light of the morning sun, coming... Continue Reading →

Kept Waiting #SundayPhotoFiction

“Your meeting has been rescheduled an hour later,” Guru ji’s man friday informed inspector Sharma who had come to investigate a case, “something urgent has come up.” “Do you want something stronger?” Sharma was about to light his cigarette when the attendant invited him in, “come with me.” “The man must be seriously connected,” Inspector... Continue Reading →

Hypnotic #FridayFictioneer

  After commiting to review the book, he was now stuck. Too proud to copy someone else’s opinion as his own, his every attempt to finish reading the book ended in sleep. Today he was resolute to complete his task. “Some day you will burn the house down,” not certain when the cigar burnt part... Continue Reading →

Scheming #SundayPhotoFiction

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... Continue Reading →

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