I saw her in the park every day, a lady in her mid 60’s everyone called her “Aaji”. A crisp cotton saree, hair neatly tied and a book in her hand. An English magazine like Women’s Era or Femina or a heavy duty novel like Ayn Rand. She buried her head in the book and… Continue reading Aaji #FridayFotoFiction
Author: Akshata Ram
The cauldron #FFfAW Challenge
I saw her every morning as I jogged and passed by her strange creepy ensemble outside the park.Many pots lined up in a row with brightly coloured liquids simmering within,the concoction looked ominous.The old lady with tattoos all over her body,tattered clothes,unkempt hair,hunched nearby chanting something and calling out to Satan. “The day the pots… Continue reading The cauldron #FFfAW Challenge
True Bliss #FridayFictioneers
A starry night,a tent house,a table laden with her favourite meal and wine.This was a special night which she looked forward to,she wanted to savour each moment, revel in it and live it to the fullest. The past 40 years of life had gone by living each day for others- as a daughter, sister, wife,… Continue reading True Bliss #FridayFictioneers
This amazing thing called virtual friends #FridayReflections
I was just a reader back then and a post appeared on Facebook which spoke about virtual friends- the post asked people if they believed in this concept, did they have any virtual friends, since how long, did the friendships stand the test of time? My initial reaction was to shake my head and let… Continue reading This amazing thing called virtual friends #FridayReflections
The Ballerino #FridayFotoFiction
He hesitated, twitched his toes, sweat trickled down from his forehead, his heart thumped loudly. Today was a milestone in itself. The day he broke the stereotypes. Those stereotypes of a patriarchal society which curtailed the freedom of not just women but men as well. The day he watched the ballet, he knew what he… Continue reading The Ballerino #FridayFotoFiction
Lonely at the Top #FlashFiction
The first time I saw Mysha was at the coffee vending machine. A 22 year old fresh grad, in a crisp white shirt and black trousers, as she fumbled to use the machine. Before she could react, the cup was overfull with mocha and a lot had spilled out. She looked flummoxed. Today after 12… Continue reading Lonely at the Top #FlashFiction
Renovation #FridayFictioneers
We are going to renovate the house, this old dowdy furniture, fading tiles, leaking roof will be replaced by world class furniture and fittings.Won’t you like that Mom? Do as you please but do not touch this bedroom and bathroom.The stained tiles,cracked wall,peeling paint remind me of the day I entered this house as a… Continue reading Renovation #FridayFictioneers
The coffee date which made me cringe #WTFOW #Writebravely
I am more of a chai person but the joy of sipping a cup of frothy coffee laden with cream at Starbucks, Costa , Barista or good old CCD is something I always enjoy. Not all experiences in life are good though- just like some flavors of coffee which leave us with a bitter taste… Continue reading The coffee date which made me cringe #WTFOW #Writebravely
Tête-à-Tête with Basamma #WTFOW #WriteBravely
The one person whose role was restricted to washing utensils and sweeping/mopping the house- in the past only a few who could afford having a maid hired her. The scene has changed drastically. You will hardly find a single household who doesn’t employ a maid. From cleaning utensils and sweeping/mopping and washing clothes, she has… Continue reading Tête-à-Tête with Basamma #WTFOW #WriteBravely
Letter to a feminist from the 50’s #WTFOW #WriteBravely
Dear Dadi, It feels a bit odd to be writing a letter to you when I know you are fast asleep in the bedroom right next to me. But there are so many things that I have always wanted to say and at times they may not come out verbally as beautifully as they do… Continue reading Letter to a feminist from the 50’s #WTFOW #WriteBravely