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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

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