A Time to Think #FridayFictioneer

All his life, Nikhil had been an advocate of rationality. He did not believe anything that is beyond his sensory perception. Nirmala shared Nikhil’s worldview. Ever since they moved into the new home of theirs, one after another events have shaken Nikhil’s belief system. Sitting alone in the cafeteria in the neighborhood shopping mall, Nikhil... 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 →

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 →

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 →

Scared #FridayFictioneer

On her way home from the airport, Nirmala saw “Box Office” on the display board. Nirmala was happy that she had also booked an entry into her new home. Aware of the house’s past, Nirmala, like her husband Nikhil, was not overly concerned of the unseen presence. Soon, she would debunk the myth and strike... Continue Reading →

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