Artist #SundayPhotoFiction

“I want to be a professional artist dad,” Titu announced in the breakfast table. “Son we agreed to you joining an art school,” his father broke the silence and commented, “we thought your fad will pass; now you want to become a full time artist! are you out of your mind?” “Dad I draw well,...

Turtle Neck #TellTaleThursday

“Ding, dong,” call bell rang when Sue was almost ready and putting on the turtle neck Mrs. Sudha Khosla gifted her.  “This is for you Sue dear,” Sudha Khosla had said with her fake affectionate tone, that Sue despised,“this will look so good on you; imported from America!” Sue hated turtle neck pullovers. But she...

Shattered Glass #FridayFictioneer

“Tape up the glass, don’t replace now,” building manager told the handyman while inspecting the damage, “I have important visitors today, don’t want the entrance messed up.” Building is up for sale. New investors are sending their team for due diligence today. As luck would have it, stone had to be thrown on this date...

Invasion of Privacy

Silhouettes fascinated him. “Only in a silhouette one can see the dark side of a person, keeping illuminated side intact,” he thought. "Can you judge a person from his silhouette?" he wondered looking at the shadow on shut window pane. “You should stop staring at other people like this, you know,” his wife remarked, “this is...

Discipline not Seclusion is the Answer #GoodWriting

This weeks prompt asks "should a writer withdraw from life and anything and everything related to life?" Any writer worth his salt, writes about experiences he gleans from life. If a writer withdraws from life, what would be his source of raw material? It is true that any composition is the churning of mind. External...

Soccer Game #FFfAW

It was a morning during summer break. Young boys were gathering in the park to play friendly soccer game. “Hey, where are you off to?” asked A, juggling a soccer ball,   “join us for a game.” “some other time, late for cricket practice,” answered R, ”besides, cannot have a game with three.” A cricket camp...

Eviction #SundayPhotoFiction

Turquoise blue water of the Arabian sea was sorrounded in a semi circle by the land from Nariman Point till Raj Bhavan. As the sea front buildings lit up in the evening, the stretch of land would sparkle like a Neck Lace. Locals call it Queens Necklace. This is Mumbai. Ambitious people gather here in...

Donate Organ Save Lives #organdonation #pledgeandsavelife

The incessant ringing of her telephone woke Asha Patel up from deep sleep. The table clock by her bedside showed 1.00 am in the morning. “Who is calling at this hour?” thought Mrs. Patel. Such calls normally bring bad news. With a great deal of trepidation, Mrs. Patel picked the phone. The smooth voice on...

Careless #TellTaleThursday

 “Thud Thud Thud,” “Thud Thud Thud” “Thud Thud Thud”. Mrs P heard the  rasping sound of knock on her front door. “It cannot be,” she closed her eyes and wanted to go back to sleep, “I am not leaving warm bed now.” Rythmic beatings were relentless - three knocks at five second break again three knocks. As if...

Gas Chamber #Friday Fictioneer

He knew he had messed up. He was certain of retribution but not sure how it will come. So, midnight summon did not surprise him. “Go inside the room and pick a paper. Your instructions are there,” a man in the reception informed him. Cautiously, he entered the room, fearing every moment that someone may...