Non Fiction

My Friends of #MyFriendAlexa

Open e-mail Click! Check today's list Click! Who's on the list? Shrug! Pick one Click! What's it about? Shrug! Where's the like button? Click! The twitter share? There! Click! Did I put my #HASHTAG? Oops! Click again! Yaay! One down, Nine to go Hey, what about that comment? Oh yeah, that's there right? Click! Comment… Continue reading My Friends of #MyFriendAlexa

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Poetry

Almost Enough!

Eight thirty in the morn surrounded by a thousand cars blowing their horn Packed lunch getting soggy Already! Smartphone beeps Email questioning excel sheets and power point presentations ready Slog, slog Responsibilities come hard, hard Twenty hours a day spent unappreciated Four hours of peace Negated! The minority majority run on artificial Duracell Loans, Card… Continue reading Almost Enough!

Flash Fiction · Friday Fictioneers

Mirror, Mirror! – Friday Fictioneers

'Grandmother, what is it?' 'It's a magic mirror, love. It shows what your heart really wants.' 'Really?' 'Well, that's what my grandmother's grandmother told her.' 'Have you taken a peek?' 'But of course, love. Quite the few times.' 'Did it truly show your heart's desire?' 'That's my little secret, love. Do you want to take… Continue reading Mirror, Mirror! – Friday Fictioneers

Flash Fiction · Friday Fictioneers

Goodbyes – Friday Fictioneers

The crowd gathered on the banks of the holy river was a living, feeling organism in itself. It ebbed and flowed mimicking the dirty brown water and it glowed with spectacle not unlike the river. Some cried, some laughed, some were relieved, some took selfies, and some just stood there taking in the scenes. Most… Continue reading Goodbyes – Friday Fictioneers

FFfAW · Flash Fiction

Superstitions – FFfAW 179

Professor Mehta turned around and addressed his students, 'This pathway here is forbidden, reserved exclusively for the Gods.' Praful scoffed, 'Yet another superstition! This is ridiculous.' The professor smiled, 'I've always enjoyed your views, Praful. But you do not have to scoff at everything contrarian to your views.' 'Really, Professor? Why load the current generation… Continue reading Superstitions – FFfAW 179

Flash Fiction · Friday Fictioneers

An Interview With My Favorite Author

It was nothing like what I had imagined. I found him rocking forward and backwards on his famous cane chair, a cigarette dangling between his parched lips. The ashtray on the table overflowed with snubbed butts. There were sheets of paper, scrunched into balls, discarded all over the place. I opened one, and read. It… Continue reading An Interview With My Favorite Author

Flash Fiction · Friday Fictioneers

Options – Friday Fictioneers

Take any street, it's a microcosm of the entire world. You can find animals and trees, churches and sewers, saints and predators, happy and sad people, running fast, minding their own businesses, not really pausing and looking at others and their plights. So, I know you are not looking at me, eventhough you see me… Continue reading Options – Friday Fictioneers

Flash Fiction · Friday Fictioneers

Eventuality – Friday Fictioneers

Ria walked through the dilapidated house with a grace that belied her age. She paused by the ornate French windows and smiled ruefully. 'This place was designed by Angelo Del Vecchio. He billed by the minute, you know?' She stepped out to the garden overrun by nettles and weeds. 'I used to host tea parties… Continue reading Eventuality – Friday Fictioneers

Varad's Opinions

Varad’s Opinions – PEISKOS by Reema D’Souza

Book Name: Peiskos Author: Reema D'Souza Book Blurb: Peiskos is the feeling one gets when sitting in front of a fireplace enjoying its warmth. We remember pieces of life that seem ordinary but often bring along a sense of warmth. Here are 26 such pieces woven into stories around rare and beautiful words. Initial Thoughts: What… Continue reading Varad’s Opinions – PEISKOS by Reema D’Souza

Flash Fiction · Microprose · YeahWrite

Golden Record

‘Hello from the children of planet earth’ ‘Go Johnny go, go!’ ‘Ribbit!’ ‘beep beep beepidip beep…’ ‘Muah!’ ‘Hahaha!’ The record rotated at the prescribed speed of 3.6 seconds per rotation. They crowded around it, listening. One grunted, ‘They call themselves homo sapiens.’ His neighbour grunted back, ‘Sapience?’ ‘Sadly none!’

Fiction · Writephoto

The Prince and The Flautist – #Writephoto

The horizon glowed orange well after the sun had set. The small group of men, well three men and two boys, made steady progress away from the glow and into the night. One of the boys had his hands bound and he stuttered forward between the others, defeated but defiant. The other boy, who brought… Continue reading The Prince and The Flautist – #Writephoto

Varad's Opinions

Varad’s Opinions – Deal of Death by Sonia Chatterjee

When I started this blog, I never thought I'd be doing a book review. The reason for that being I never considered myself qualified enough to review others' works. Of course, I can give my opinions but as they say Opinions and Reviews are not the same. As a part of the Blogchatter eBook Carnival,… Continue reading Varad’s Opinions – Deal of Death by Sonia Chatterjee

Fiction

The Hook Up

She saw him staring at her from her vantage position at the bar counter. She turned, made a nanosecond’s worth of eye contact, flashed a picosecond smile and went back to nursing her gin & tonic. She knew he’d come to her within the next three minutes. He sidled up to her in two. She… Continue reading The Hook Up

Flash Fiction · Friday Fictioneers

These Boots Are Not Made For Walking

She looks at her tattered boots - their soles kept in place by thumbtacks, the once crimson felt lining resembling the color of rotten flesh, the insoles smelling something putrid, the ruined zippers barely holding the boots around her wasted legs and the aluminium-foil tape wrapped over the toe caps. She knows that she looks… Continue reading These Boots Are Not Made For Walking

Fiction

Fury

She trailed a lazy finger along the contours of his stubble covered chin, ‘Let me tell you a story…’ ‘You know, I didn’t allow you inside my quarters to listen to your stupid story.’ She shrugged her robe off and straddled him, ‘Oh, you better listen!’ He grabbed her hair and pulled her into a… Continue reading Fury

A to Z

43 Posts and a Conked Laptop – Reflections #AtoZChallenge

My wife, Namratha, was the one who introduced to me to the AtoZ challenge last year. It didn't matter then - I didn't even have a blog. But she did participate and completed it successfully. Somewhere during last year's AtoZ challenge, my blog was born. Wait, what? Yup! See, this was actually supposed to be… Continue reading 43 Posts and a Conked Laptop – Reflections #AtoZChallenge