• Fiction,  Flash Fiction

    I for the Illusionist

    A question that never fails to get a wide-eyed astonishment and a crackle of laughter – ‘What is your fascination?’ Mine is a magician. Ever since Iw as a little girl all I wanted to see a live magic show. One fine day, my dad walked through the door waving the tickets. And I attended a live magic show. I was amazed looking at the tricks that the magician performed. A girl was cut in many pieces but managed to come up as a whole. I saw swords that pierced and never hurt. And air that could hold. It was one of the best nights I’ve had. Since then magic…

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    Hope for H – A to Z Blogging Challenge

    I know a thing or a two about the open window. Or so I thought wistfully. Curiosity had gotten the better of me. Every day I started spending some time looking at the window perched on the first floor across the street. It had sheer curtains strummed across which waltzed with the wind. Days went by yet, I couldn’t see anyone in the house. I persisted, the open window had caught my fancy. It was one afternoon, when I looked up from my book, I saw or I think I saw someone for a fleeting second. I could sense the excitement tingling in my fingertips. She passed the doorway in a…

  • Fiction,  Flash Fiction

    Ghosted for G

    These are tales of fiction following the theme of Everyday Stories. Look for the previous posts here A B C D E<Clickable letters> To those who want to know what ghosting is  – it the practice of ending a personal relationship with someone by suddenly and without explanation withdrawing from all communication. “Hi” I had startled her. When she saw me, she didn’t know how to react. Her eyes were on me fixed, placid. I stood there waiting for her cue. She nodded her and I pulled the chair to sit opposite to her, across the table in the quaint coffee shop. “How are you?” I began She nodded again. I sat there. Neither…

  • Fiction,  Flash Fiction

    Fame – A to Z blogging Challenge

    These are tales of fiction following the theme of Everyday Stories. Look for the previous posts here A B C D E<Clickable letters>   “Hurry up!” she bellowed at everyone and the vein in her head was about to pop. She was acting out of character today and she had a good reason. Her favorite band would be performing in a couple of hours. Her friends were delaying her and she was pacing up and down near the door. She could barely contain her excitement and for a couple of days she occasionally danced her way to get something, or she would start to sing out loud. Music was her salvation. She had a…

  • Fiction,  Flash Fiction

    Entrances – New Beginnings

    These are tales of fiction following the theme of Everyday Stories. Look for the previous posts here A B C D<Clickable letters> She was sitting in the chairs aligned neatly on one end of the room. Poised, taking deep breaths, scanning the room and passing quick smiles to anyone who passes by. She then put her head behind in exasperation, pulled it back in almost a moment and got back into character. Her wavering eyes kept flickering back to the door. She wanted the door to open, but at the same time, she wished it didn’t. Dyslexia they had told her, is a learning disability. Her mind had panicked and she missed everything…

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    Diary Dearest

    Dear Diary, You are not going to believe what happened today. I found my pocket dictionary. I carried it all the way to school and back. I mention carried because I never recollect opening it at school. The dictionary would invariably get stuck between books that were practically thrown in. Wedged in-between the pocket dictionary lay like a broken barren branch, pages angled like twigs. When I did manage to take out my dictionary, it would be during our English class, yes only when everyone took it out. I was too cautious of that. I did not want to be branded as a geek. So I remember, I would unceremoniously…

  • Fiction,  Flash Fiction

    Call to Reality for C

    A loud silence filled the room. The aftermath of a call was always the hardest to deal with. Her hands were trembling. She was angry, little did she know it was stemming out of insecurity. She sat there hurting, worrying that she had hurt him. Never realized there could be no other end than accepting she is wrong. Maybe she did know on some level. She was scared, scared to face the reality. Her face seemed pale, quite literally washed out from the sweat and tears. Questions pounded her heart, but the answers lay behind layers of serious squabbles. Questions whose answers she knew she might not like to hear.…

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    Book of Recipes for B

    “By the way, I’m making Bisibelabath today” My eyes opened wide open. The foodie in me dragged me into the kitchen, rubbing my eyes and staggering here and there. I yawned for the fifth time,”Ma! I’ll cook today” I announced with yet another yawn. Within seconds, “Bisibelabath recipe” Search on Google. While the results were loading, I zoomed to get the apron. My mother’s glare prickled my neck, I turned around sheepishly. “Brush. Coffee. Bath. Enter” That’s right, I was home. I walked in fresh and clean per mom’s standards and got on to business. It was a pleasant feeling to not rush to the store and buy ingredients for…

  • Fiction,  Flash Fiction

    Absolution for A

    Nothing compares to the joy of standing in a small space that opens up to the skies. Balcony, specifically the one at my apartment was my favorite. It opens to the city below me that always keeps me entertained. Borrowed music that flies around ensures I have a varied playlist, the tantrums of kids downstairs remind me why I should stall adoption for a while, the buzz in the streets keeps my stories going, and most favorite of all – the 3 a.m. window light console me. The time that I spend here, it is my me-time. The time I can be without fear of judgment or shame. Just me.…