Fickle Fate #FridayFictioneer

“Get up and get ready,” pronouncement the sentree. Eldest son of emperor Shahjahan, heir to the imperial throne, Darrah Shikho, is an ordinary prisoner today. Lost one battle after another, before the prince was betrayed by his host, Nawab of Sind. Darrah sat down to offer his morning prayer. Light of the morning sun, coming... Continue Reading →

Hypnotic #FridayFictioneer

  After commiting to review the book, he was now stuck. Too proud to copy someone else’s opinion as his own, his every attempt to finish reading the book ended in sleep. Today he was resolute to complete his task. “Some day you will burn the house down,” not certain when the cigar burnt part... Continue Reading →

Stressed #FridayFictioneer

  “Either work or go to bed,” the voice surprised Nakul, “you have not done much for sometime now.”  “Creepy!” thought a nerveous Nakul as he looked around his study and thought, “whose voice is this?” “Look up and talk to me,” the voice said, “I am watching you.” Nakul looked at the central head... Continue Reading →

Moving Out #FridayFictioneer

The sound of shuffling feet from the floor above had rattled Nirmala. “The floor above is empty,” she wondered and asked Bhola to phone Nikhil, “am I losing my mind?” Unusual occurances at regular interval had shaken Nirmala. Unable to stay inside, Nirmala came out and stood near the front gate. Witnessing the unsual scene,... Continue Reading →

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 →

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 →

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 →

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 →

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