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Fiction

Adventures of Little Burpy

  For a little frog, Burpy was an overactive kid. His mummy couldn’t ever manage to control him. Neither his mummy’s love nor his father’s high pitched stern croaking could make Burpy sit still for more than 5 minutes. Unlike the other tiny frogs who lived near the lotus lake, Burpy was least interested in …

AtoZ Blogging Challenge

Dear Son

I wake up, perspiring. The clock is ticking and I know I don’t have much time. The sun is setting and the shadows are growing longer. The darkness does nothing to calm me, I know it is just a dream that shook me up so; but lately my reality is becoming more horrific than my …

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Where Is It?

“I can’t find it mummy! Where did you keep it?” “How will I know. Try to remember where you kept it. “ “Oh c’mon mom… please… I know that you know… I don’t have time for this now!! Please… my bus will be here soooonnn” “I am scared to go search in your room. There …

Fiction

Shhh… Quiet

Shhh…quiet… Quietly!! Lalla is sleeping…. Can’t you be quieter? You will wake the child. Ever since the little one had come, this was all the conversation he had with his wife. All this ordering around and being asked to be quiet, that too within his own home, was irritating Mustaq beyond words. Even if he …

Fiction

Priti’s Bidai & A Failed Prophecy

“Priti finish all this business now and go sleep. You have to wake up very early for the ceremonies.” Her maa was so worried about everything going well, after all, she had single handedly managed everything. From finding the right school for Priti to finding Atul, her fiance, her maa had worked tirelessly unlike a …

AtoZ Blogging Challenge, Fiction

Once Upon A Time

Once upon a time, inside the dark forest there lived a ferocious lion. He ruled upon the forest but none of the animals were afraid of him. Because he was a just and noble king, the subjects of his kingdom lived happily ever after. My friend Leo and I  are writing on the same theme for …

Fiction

Gurudakshina

Continued From Here Nitya. That was what she said her name was. He had first seen her atop the mango tree near the river when he had come there to get some mangoes for his grandmother. He stood beneath the tree and looked up, locating the mangoes on the high branches while shading his eyes …

Fiction

The Thirteenth Birthday Gift

He knew the routine by heart now; like always he would be packed and bundled off on the train at night so that he would reach the village in the morning. Like always, his grandfather would come to the station to pick him and take him to their ancestral home. Like always, he would sloth …

Fiction

Unexplicable!

His tie was proper, so were his shoes; he had even cut his nails and tried to look prim and proper. The fan was on, his papers were all fluttering underneath the paperweight, yet he was sweating profusely. She would walk in any minute now. The starched stiff sarees she wore, the way she glared …