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 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 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 →

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 →

The Waiting Room #SundayPhotoFiction

Sitting in the small waiting room lined with cheap plastic chairs, Shalini felt the room lit with an artificial light resembled her life. Shalini was asked to wait here, as the inspector got a phone call and had to leave. Still clueless about the proceedings so far, Shalini was also not sure, how much longer... Continue Reading →

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 →

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