Disappointed #FridayFictioneer

He saw the bus, body painted in white with a thick red line in the middle, on his way to school. “Can I also travel by bus, dad?” “Walking is good for health, son,” father hid his inability to stretch his tight budget any further. He suppressed his disappointment for not been able to explore... Continue Reading →

Turn of Fate #SundayPhotofiction

He was never a believer of fortune tellers, to speak mildly. Actually, he had only contempt for people that made a living out of fortune telling. “These people live out of common man’s fealty”, he would tell his friends and family and anyone that cared to listen, “how come they never see their own future?”... Continue Reading →

Escape Plan #FridayFictioneer

“This is the extra storage space, that comes with your apartment,” the manager pointed at the wire mesh cages each with a wooden door, “you can store your unused stuff here.” “This will preserve my self esteem and my sanity,” Anuradha signed the lease despite the place not being exactly to her liking, “Anurag will... Continue Reading →

Irritable #SundayPhotoFiction

“Beware, Owls in the Road” he saw the notice during his regular morning walk on the backyard of his country home. A flurry of questions went through his mind, “what does this notice mean? Who has placed it on his property? Why was it not noticed when the property was acquired?” Mr. Singh was an... Continue Reading →

Tradition #FridayFictioneer

“Careful!” friend had cautioned, “girls going with outsiders is not approved.” “Just a movie,” Samir reasoned, “not a marriage proposal.” “The building with a  star!” Eva had assured, “you cannot miss.” "Hey you!” a big bearded man addressed Samir, as he was trying to find Eva’s house, “Eva is not coming.” “Why not?” the answer... Continue Reading →

One Monster Less #SundayPhotoFiction

“Look carefully,” the young police officer said to Nalini, “can you identify this person?” “What good is technology?” Nalini wondered, “if one still has to drag a relative to the mortuary to visually identify the dead!” Rajeshwar Singh's face looked grotesque wrapped in a cellophane. An oblong face, dotted with scars, bore testimony to many... Continue Reading →

Memories #FridayFictioneer

“Sir, look at this one,” the manager said excitedly handing over a bottle of peach jelly, “our best selling product!” The bottle brought back memories. “Mother, every time we buy mango jelly,” the young boy pleaded with his mother, “buy peach jelly this time.” Running her family on a shoestring budget, mother’s options were limited.... Continue Reading →

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