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
Category: Micro Blog
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
INDIGO Mom-#BarAThon
Shree was fondly called Indigo Mom by her doting son Adi, for she was the sole person who struck a perfect balance between the temperamental, authoritative father Ravikant and her son Adi. Just like the colour indigo which symbolizes a blend of blue and violet, the traditional and strict nature of her husband on one… Continue reading INDIGO Mom-#BarAThon
Micro Tales-Labelled
Accused of being a bad mother, one who worked leaving her kids at the mercy of maids, drank and partied till late hours and she had the audacity of leveling charges against her “good” husband. As the prosecutor grilled her and questioned her capabilities as a mother, her little daughter cowered in her seat looking… Continue reading Micro Tales-Labelled
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