WWP #287: Not So Sweet Revenge

Hello! I am back with a piece for Sammi’s Weekend Writing PromptRevenge in exactly 79 words. Hope you like!

Not so Sweet Revenge

Words 79

“Where’s Deva?”

“Daddy!” Chotti ran to him sobbing. “He’s gone off to play football. He has an exam tomorrow as well.”

“That boy.”

““He’s always playing.” Chotti rubbed it in. “Or teasing me.” She pouted.

“Hari Prakash!” Her father shouted. “Go get Deva home immediately.”

Chotti skipped, but stopped short.

“Daddy, let him play today.” She wore her most angelic expression. “Scold him later.”

“Why?” He frowned.

“Because, he promised to get her an ice cream today,” Khushi revealed.

***

Thanks for reading, would love to hear your thoughts. Have a super day ahead

CBWC: Long Shot

This week, Cee’s black and white challenge topic is Long Items. Let’s see what I can come up with 😀

I shall start, but of course, with a tree – a really tall one. On the streets of Delhi, caught through a car while stuck in a jam. Some things are good about a traffic jam too!

The long way home – err not mine though!

A sneak preview of a bit of ancient sculptures that dot the country

A glimpse into one of the many dances of India. There was one with a bicycle wheel on his head as well. No mean feat eh!

This is the holy Bhagirathi, the tempestuous, feisty Himalayan river who, according to legend, was brought to earth by King Bhagiratha and hence also called Bhagirathi or Bhagiratha’s daughter. If you are interested in the legend, watch this (very short) video.

This is the mighty Ganga, one of the longest rivers in India and worshipped as goddess Ganga. She is formed by the confluence of Bhagirathi and the Alaknanda at Devprayag. The view of the confluence is mesmerising but that is another picture for another post 🙂

I will wrap up this post with this really ‘long’ tree standing tall in the midst of a moonlight night.

When I started this challenge, I thought I wouldn’t have any photos and now I have too many!

Hope you enjoyed these photos, do let me know your favourite. If any.

Happy Sunday!

FF: The Monster

Written for the Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle – a story in 100 words or less. Click here for other stories on this prompt.

Photo prompt Sandra Crook

The Monster

Words 101

“Nani,” Chotti pulled at her granny’s hand, “let’s go the other way.”

“But that’s so much longer dear!”

“Chotti is terrified of afraid of that,” Deva snickered nodding his head.

“That’s just a hill.”

“No Nani,” Angel clung to her hand “that’s a monster from space. It’s face was eaten up by the creeper.” Her eyes were wide with terror.

“Deva.” Nani looked at him reprovingly.

“It wasn’t me! “He raised his hand solemnly, but couldn’t quite hide the gleam in his eye.

“Chotti,” Deva capitulated, “the creeper is actually trying to save the poor monster from being completely washed away.”

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So, what do you think? Go on, say something 😀

Have a super weekend and thanks for dropping by.

CFFC: Pink Punch

Hello everyone and welcome to Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge where the theme is to have fun with pink!

Here’s some what I gathered from my archives and went down memory lane – thankfully all good one and have great fun. Thank you Cee!

“A flower’s appeal is in its contradictions — so delicate in form yet strong in fragrance, so small in size yet big in beauty, so short in life yet long on effect.”– Terri Guillemets

I never thought I would find pink in a leaf! And look more pink leaves, just before they turn green.

“Anything is possible with sunshine and a little pink.” – Lilly Pulitzer

A pink building that once upon a time used to be my school – believe it or not!

“Love is flower like; Friendship is like a sheltering tree.” – Samuel Taylor Coleridge

And I got both in this photo and life – touch wood 😀

Which one did you like? Did you notice that I mixed and matched with quotes? Did it work?

Cheers and hope you have a fun and rejuvenating weekend

6WSP: Goodbye

Hello everyone, hope you all are having a good weekend, not like me down with a headache, since yesterday and an awful night. Decided to cheer myself with some virtual fun – anything to get my mind off my headache 😀

I am attempting two challenges together – Shweta’s Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (the prompt this week is Goodbye) and Debbie’s Saturday six-word musings (my first time) where the “key rule is to have a title of six words – and then create around that the post that you desire! Perhaps in bunches of 6 words if you’re feeling inspired.”

A few 6 word stories which I think work alone and perhaps as a bunch too.

I hope I am not breaking any rules 😛

Here goes:

Goodbye

She always had the last word

Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever.

How about also see you tomorrow?

Sure. At the beach. Same time.

Well? Or should I not ask?

Thanks for visiting 😀

CMMC: Tree Talk

Hello everyone. It’s been a while since I played any photo challenge and even though it’s not exactly mid week, here are some photos for Cee’s Midweek Madness Challenge. I know Cee won’t mind, besides she’s the one who instigated me to have some fun and what else could I come up with but trees and more trees for the challenge. 😀

“And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul.” – John Muir

“How do you spell ‘love’?” – Piglet. “You don’t spell it. You feel it.” – Pooh

“Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken.” Albert Camus

We cannot see our reflection in running water. It is only in still water that we can see.” – Zen Proverb

There were a couple of more trees but I desisted from biting off more from your precious time. 😀 Thanks for visiting. Have a wonderful weekend.

Psst: Which one’s your favorite? Do let me know.

FF: Foot in the Mouth

Written for the Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle – a story in 100 words or less. Click here for other stories on this prompt.

PHOTO PROMPT © Starsinclayjars

Foot in the Mouth

Words 101

“Resting? At your age, you should be running.” A middle-aged man chastised Raghu beside him on the park bench. “I do 20 laps and you gave up after just 10,” he snorted.

“I am trying.”

“Yeah right. All you youngsters are lazy lumps. Only good for junk food and video games.” He cast him a scathing look. “No wonder you are overweight. Look at me, so fit. If I were younger,” he broke off staring at the ground, “what’s that? Did you injure your leg? You’re bleeding!”

Raghu looked down. “Ah. Just a bit. I’m still adjusting to my new foot.”

***

Inspired by the Jaipur foot and Sudha Chandran who reclaimed her place on the stage of dance after losing her leg in an accident with the help of the Jaipur foot.

Thanks for visiting!

WWP #285: The Search Continues

Here’s my submission for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt  and the challenge is to is to write a piece is exactly 50 words – the word is “thalassic”.

The Search Continues

Words 50

“The prompt this week is ‘thalassic’.”

“What’s that?

“Something to do with the sea, seagoing, seashore…”

“We haven’t visited the sea in a while, have we?”

“Almost a decade.”

“Everyone, shall we go? Andamans?”

“Too expensive!”

“I’ve no leaves left.”

 “The weather’s not good for traveling.”

“Abyssal is another option…”

***

I learnt a new word this week, actually many – thank you Sammi 🙂 Did you know? Care to join the challenge? Thank you for reading – have a super week ahead.

JSW: What Goes Around

Hello! I am back with a slightly longer piece this time. I just hope I am not too late for the JSW challenge – my first time participating in it.

The challenge is to write a story in 300 words or less on the prompt (in blue below). Here goes my attempt:

What Goes Around

Words 298

“I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“It’s the only chance we’ve got.”

With that, I grabbed his hand and we jumped into the darkness.

I woke with a gasp.

Fumbling for the bed switch, I sat up, still trembling.

That dream again.

Was I becoming suicidal?

When would this nightmare end?

A shiver shook me as I recalled that day.

No. I  wouldn’t think about that.

I flung away the bed covers and jumped into action.

Work was the only way.

“Sandwiches! For all of us? You are the best Ma’am!” My colleagues gushed as
they gobbled.

I couldn’t help but smile, “It’s been so long since I did anything for you
all. Everyone has been so kind.” I choked.

“Cheer up, Ma’am. We are rooting for you!” They chorused.

“Thank you dears. I wonder what I would do without you.”

“You are our inspiration Ma’am. How you have faced all the adversities
alone…”

There was a knock at the door.

“The insurance agent,” the receptionist informed.

I drooped.

Not again.

Hadn’t they rubbed enough salt on my wounds?

“Hello Ma’am.”

I swallowed, but seeing his guilty expression, I mustered up a smile, “It’s
ok. Any progress with the paperwork?”

“Yes Ma’am. I just need your signatures on a couple of more documents. The
police are also through with the investigations and are likely to close the
case as an accident sometime soon. Once we have that the money will be released
right away.” He beamed.

I dabbed at my eyes and nodded my thanks.

After he left, I permitted myself a tiny smile.

I  had covered my steps well.

No one knew that I had pushed him over the bridge.

Now, if only I could get rid of his petty clingy ghost just as easily.

***

Well, would do you think? Did it work? No? Do let me know in the comment section. Thanks for reading and have a wonderful weekend.

FF: Faded

Written for the Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle – a story in 100 words or less. Click here for other stories on this prompt.

Photo prompt Dale Rogerson

Faded

Words 100

“Crying?” His gruff voice broke into her reverie.

“I’m not.” She huffed.

A familiar yet unfamiliar touch.

She jerked away as more tears rolled down. “I thought you couldn’t see in the darkness?” She said stiffly.

“After all these years, I don’t have to ‘see’ to know…”

“How many years before you know what I’m thinking?”

“Many lives. You’re mysterious.” He settled down beside her. “Part of your charm,” he coaxed.

“Thinking of my first love.” She confessed. “I miss him.”

“First love? Who’s that? Where’s he?”

“Even I wonder.” Khushi stared at him as the lights came back on.

***

FOTD: Once Upon A Dahlia

Inspired by Cee’s Foto of the Day challenge, especially her beautiful dahlias, I couldn’t resist posting this.

“ Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.” — Confucius.

She’s still got it, hasn’t she?

Thank you for visiting, have a great day.

WWP #284: Rules

This time I am trying my hand at Sammi’s Weekend Writing PromptRules – and the rule is to write a piece is exactly 16 words.

Rules

Framed and hung

For all to see and quake

Those who couldn’t read

Take the cake

I am not quite sure if the word count includes the title or not, so here’s another piece which is 16 words, including the title 😀

Rules

One for you

One for me

Just how long can it

Go on that way?

Thank you for visiting and reading. If you have a few moments to spare, do share your thoughts and preference, if any – have a wonderful weekend!

FF: Parked

Written for the Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle – a story in 100 words or less. Click here for other stories on this prompt.

PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox

Parked

Words 100

“Namaste Sharmaji! Congratulations on your new car.”

“Shukriya Guptaji. The kids insisted. Have some sweets.”

“Sweets and a spin!” Guptaji countered, “But, I will miss your company during the office commute.”

“Don’t worry! Metro is the best. Traffic!” Sharmaji shuddered.

“So much shopping Sharmaji!” Guptaji said one evening, “where’s your car?”

Sharmaji wiped his sweat and grimaced. “The wife insisted I take a walk.”

“Surely, you are going to Tanu’s wedding? Can we squeeze into your car?”

“Great idea. We can share the cab fare.”

“Cab? What about your car?”

Sharmaji coughed. “I am afraid to lose the parking spot.”

***

PC: Mysteries Galore

Hello everyone! This week, Terri’s Sunday Still prompt is #Mysterious. So let’s see what I can come up this week.

Darkness sets and shadows set the tone
Can you guess what this is? Probably, as the edges give the game away. Nonetheless, it creates an aura of mystery doesn’t it?
Captured this art work outside a restaurant. But couldn’t quite fathom what it represents or what the artist was trying to convey. What do you think?
I find it fascinating how the birds, most often, crows sit atop a pole or tree and stare out into the distance for a long time. I wonder what they are looking at or thinking about.

That’s it from me this week. Stay safe and be careful. My heart goes out to all the families who lost their loved ones in the horrific Halloween stampede in Seoul and my prayers for all those who are grievously injured, may they recover soon.

FF: Tripped Up

Written for the Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle – a story in 100 words or less. Click here for other stories on this prompt.

PHOTO PROMPT © Bill Reynolds

Tripped Up

Words: 98

“Where’s Mom?”

“How would I know?”

“She’s your wife too!”

“Not any longer.” He gave a snort.

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing.” He turned away and resumed packing.

“Where are you going?”

“Camping. Hiking. Boating. Barbecue.” He smacked his lips. “Why?”

“Without Mom?”

“Yeah, so?”

“Who would do all the work? You?”

“What do you mean?!”

“As if you don’t know.”

“I don’t.” His father heaved the can but couldn’t lift it. He gave up and attempted to drag it.

“Just a minute,” his son stopped him and raised the lid.

He found his mother.

Chopped into pieces.

***

PC: Glassy Visuals

This post is in response to Terri’s Sunday Stills photo challenge. This week’s theme is glass. And since I see the best scenes through the glass while travelling I jumped at the chance to share a few unedited raw pictures.

“It is a terrible thing to see and have no vision.” – Helen Keller

“What we see depends mainly on what we look for.” – John Lubbock

“When life gets blurry, adjust your focus.” From the internet

Life had got blurry and came back here to find focus. Although officially it says I have been blogging for 7 years, I have been mostly absconding for the past 2 years. Hopefully I will be more regular now.

At least that’s the plan.

Yet, just like I didnt plan to start (or restart) blogging, life is what happens while we make plans 🙂

Here’s to waiting and watching for what life has in store for you, me and the rest of the world…

Cheers

FOTD 1: New Beginnings

Be willing to be a beginner every single morning.” – Meister Eckhart

“The first step towards getting somewhere is to decide you’re not going to stay where you are.” —JP Morgan

Posted for Cee’s FOTD challenge

FF: Into the Ring

Written for the Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle – a story in 100 words or less. Click here for other stories on this prompt. Thanks to Rochelle for the photo prompt.

Into the Ring

Words 101

Diwali was here.

Time for some clean up.

And new beginnings.

After days of dithering over the messy clutter, she took the plunge.

Choking, she tripped over the lamps – but alas, no genie appeared.

The sunglass display rack looked promising but it wobbled and swayed.

She let it go.

The pressure cooker?

On second thoughts, no.

Still fragile, she wasn’t ready to explore that angle yet.

She steadied her gaze and began.

Once upon a time, by the edge of the forest, there lived an evil witch alien. They had two smiling eyes, three ears and no lips.

The doorbell rang.

***

Happy Diwali to everyone. So happy to be back after ages. Hope all of you have been well. Looking forward to be able to reconnect with you all 🙂

Happy Easter

Wishing all of you a very happy Easter 🙂

I also wanted to give you a little head up – today (04/04/21) my short story ( < 4000 words) eBook entitled Draupadi’s Shame: The Mahabharata Reimagined will be is NOW available for free download on Amazon for a period of 24 hrs beginning 1.00 pm IST. Currently it is free on Kindle Unlimited. I am including the India store link below but it will be free on all Amazon stores across the globe. Hope you will read and share it with your friends and family.

The scene is of the Hastinapur’s royal court, where the Pandavas have lost everything in the infamous game of dice. Draupadi has been dragged into court, deshabille by her hair, to be humiliated and molested in full public view with the tacit consent of the venerated leaders of the kuru clan. What if Draupadi took matters into her own hands and redirected the course of the timeless classic, the Mahabharata? Would it have been better or worse?

Thank you.

Doppelgänger

Hi, here I am with another repost from some years ago, hope you like 🙂

I grew up hearing that each of us has seven other people somewhere in this world who looks exactly like us. Have you heard of it? Do you believe it? I was very skeptical about this theory until I found a tree doppelgänger half way across the world! Don’t believe me? Take a look.

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If you are regular visitor to my blog (or home) you may have seen this tree right outside my window.

ViennaDoesn’t it look eerily similar to this one in Vienna?

You and I

will never meet

but

it is enough

to know

that our

roots

are anchored

on the same

earth.

Thanks for visiting – have a great week 🙂

Happy Women’s Day

On the occasion of this International Women’s Day, there’s free book for all of you! Draupadi’s Shame: The Mahabharata Reimagined, a short story (< 4000 words), is available for free download from the Amazon’s Kindle store only for today. Hurry! Download your copy now!

Below are the Amazon links to the ebook in countries from where there are maximum visitors to my blog. Others may search for the book in the Amazon Kindle store of your region to download it before the offer period runs out.

Hope you will be kind enough to share your thoughts. And share the message with your friends and family.

And by the way, you don’t need a Kindle device to read the eBook. When you click on the book link, it will take you to the Amazon page, click on the Buy Now (for 0.00 ₹, $, or £ or € or, oh well, you get the gist, right?) once you ‘purchase for free‘ it will be delivered to your kindle account. You can either read it in your Kindle cloud reader, or download the free Kindle app.

Happy Women’s Day!

May you make each day your own 🙂

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Borrowed Advice

Reposting an old post from a couple of years ago – would love to know your thoughts 🙂

As a matter of principle I don’t meddle in affairs of the heart but I came across this piece by Rosemarie Urquico that I thought was too good not to share. Anyone who needs a bit of advice on which kind of girl to date – read on or pass it on 😉

“You should date a girl who reads.

Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.”

Ever since I read this piece, I have been wanting share it. It is a feel good article that makes the ‘dated’ (for want of a better word, at least in my kitty) feel special and great about themselves. Regardless of whether anyone else is inspired to date her or not.

But strangely enough as I begin the actual posting process doubts began to creep in. Is it really sound advice? Apart from the fact that he will be saving a lot of money on gifts; ) A critical factor that seems to have been overlooked is whether the ‘dater’ too is a reader. Can he discuss Murakami, quote Neruda? (Not that I can!) Or is this a given and second nature for men? Is he comfortable with the idea of a thinking girl? Someone who is her own person, able to make her own decisions, walk the less traveled road, is complete by herself (give or take a few gazillion words).

And if there is such a man, then I would advice her to grab him and never let him go.

Look forward to reading your thoughts, reactions, opinions, comments….

Edit 1

I came back to this post to add my belated nebulous thoughts with apologies to the author and her brilliant piece. For it is a diamond glowing and shining dispelling the darkness, giving up hope that one day we will find that one person who will realize our true worth (and possibly push us beyond ourselves) and love us forever and forever.

And therein lies the trap that young girls fall into – at least in these parts.

We always want to be loved, be appreciated, be valued, be understood, nurtured, cherished, forgiven etc etc.

When we should be looking for the person who interests us, fascinates us, engages us, intrigues us, and makes us want to nurture, cherish and look beyond the many flaws that make him who he is.

It is my understanding that men (apologies for the blanket generalizations that follow) are notoriously like children – fascinated by new toys. They won’t rest until they have taken apart the pieces of that one toy which attracts their attention, got to the bottom of it before throwing it away, broken and mangled.

Knowing that why don’t girls look (instead of waiting to be looked at or picked up) for that person who fascinates, intrigues and enraptures her enough to overlook the myriad glitches that are part and parcel of the package deal? For her first teddy bear, no matter how threadbare it maybe still finds a place in her bed and heart forever and ever.

But then again, like I said, I don’t like to meddle in affairs of the heart – take my advice and find your own path instead of following another ignoramus’ advice 😉

Like me.

I almost never follow my advice and frequently disagree with my own views 😀

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Free eBook: Now Live

As promised, the ebook is now free! What? Are you still here? Go download your copy now, before the offer period runs out. Go on, it’s just a short story (< 4000 words)

Please visit the Amazon store in your region to avail the offer which is available for a limited period only.

Perhaps you will leave a note for me on Amazon 🙂

Free eBook: Grab Your Copy

Helloooo! How’s the New Year been treating you people? Stressful and worrying times for sure. And the fictional world is my go to place for escape. So here I am with a short story (< 4000 words) written for Amazon’s ebook contest, pentopublish4.

The scene is of the Hastinapur’s royal court, where the Pandavas have lost everything in the infamous game of dice. Draupadi has been dragged into court, deshabille by her hair, to be humiliated and molested in full public view with the tacit consent of the venerated leaders of the Kuru clan. What if Draupadi took matters into her own hands and redirected the course of the timeless classic, the Mahabharata?

If you would like to know, please visit the Amazon Kindle store of your region, where Draupadi’s Shame: The Mahabharata Reimagined is available as an eBook only. I have scheduled the eBook to be available for free download for the 28th of February 2021. I hope you will take advantage of this opportunity to download it and also read it! Perhaps also do your good deed of the day (and make my day!) by leaving a rating and a line or two conveying your thoughts and emotions on the story. Reader ratings and comments also contribute to the selection process.

Thank you.

Dahlia aka Mohua

Want to Break Free?

Hello! Time’s flying and yet we often feel as if we are stuck in a rut. Are you one of them?

Do you ever feel like breaking free? If you had a chance, what would you break free from?

Me?

If I could, I would break free from the shackles of my own restrictive thoughts!

Look forward to reading your thoughts on this 🙂

Thanks Sohinee for the detailed review!

Have a great weekend

Thought for the day

That’s all it takes to find happiness – gratitude…

by anonymous

Breaking Free: Book Review by Asha Seth

Asha Seth

Author: Mohua Malik |Genre:Short Stories |Pages: 264 |Publisher: Buuks

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Breaking Free: A Novella & Other Stories is a collection of forty micro-fiction and short stories, portraying different aspects of life crafted from everyday happenings. Breaking Free dives into the depths of a patriarchal society that turns a blind eye to sexism that is all pervasive. A disillusioned and embittered protagonist meets a determined suitor. Can he accept her reality? Can she break free and come into her own?

Vacations are on everyone’s bucket list but they often don’t turn out quite as one expects. This theme is explored in a few shorts – Holidays! The Perfect Getaway, The Last Fling and The Vacation. Other shorts – The Murderer, Yesterday Once More, Of Men and Monsters, Brothers in Arms – explore the theme of love and betrayal, be it lovers, parents or siblings. My…

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A Hopeful Eye on One

Life, as we knew it, changed forever in 2020 with millions suffering personal loss and suffering. Yet I, at least, have much to be grateful for and send out a big thank you to the Universe for being able to bid adieu to 2020 with equanimity. A quick look at the little lessons and happenings from a year that the entire world (including yours truly) is fed up of.

Be careful of what you ask for!

I began 2020 with resignation from my day job. Why? Well because I wanted to – work from home. Honest! I am not kidding. My request and resignation were both denied. You’ll never guess what happened soon afterwards! 😀

I have to confess, I enjoy WFH (just not the means I got my wish) and quite dread the thought of going back to traffic battles and regular office schedules. But then again, at home, there is no off office hours. And that’s another take home message – can’t have your cake and eat it too.

Shedding baggage

After decades of vacillating, I had just set in motion a workout plan and intermittent fasting schedule when lock down was imposed. With no distractions or excuses, in a first, I lost 5 kg. Close encounters with the coronavirus helped me lose another 2.5 kg which, I have since re-appropriated. I just hope I don’t catch the virus again for although the first one was a mild infection, the post-covid phase weakness, fatigue and muscle pain took over four months to resolve. Makes me wonder how the other survivors are faring – get well soon!

And Breaking Free

I broke free of the self-imposed shackles of anonymity and apprehensions of being a pretentious story teller and took the plunge. I self-published a collection of my short stories and despite misgivings and dropped the pseudonym too. I learned that I had needlessly worried the fall out of coming out as a fiction writer. Nobody even blinked! Ah well such is life.

I am grateful that despite everything, friends and family have bought the book (and waited endlessly for the paperback). I am particularly grateful to all those who took the pains to leave a review on Amazon and Goodreads. I was very touched with their kindness and generosity, particularly from my little ones (when did they grow up so much!!!) and couldn’t help creating a little slideshow. Thank you for making me believe, keeping my spirits up and not regret breaking free.

Yep, that’s moi – Mohua aka Dahlia 😀 If you would also like to also see the face behind the ramblings click here

Que sera sera

As an indie author, there have been phases where I felt stuck and boxed in as I struggled to showcase Breaking Free and was met with high flying assurances but no action. It is interesting that the negative reinforcements were more powerful and overwhelming than the positive ones. But I have since made my peace with it and have no resentment, only gratefulness. Whatever will be, will be. As the Bhagwad Gita says, “You have a right to perform your prescribed duty, but you are not entitled to the fruits of actions.” Released, I have found a new (well, actually the original) obsession – watch this space!

Predictions do come true!

According to ancient Maya predictions dated more than 2,200 years ago that the world, as we know it would end on December 21, 2012. According to this vision (and/or imaginings), there would be fires and floods, planetary collisions, extreme global warming and mass extinction, and explosions large and small. But, of course, the world didn’t end then, did it? Yet now, I can’t help think that perhaps that prediction did have some basis to it as the world as we know it has ended and there is now a buzz of the new normal. Besides, it was probably a miscalculation (or misinterpretation) of just 8 years. Interestingly, a friend accurately predicted I would break free this year, right down to the month!

Frippery apart, I am keenly aware and deeply grateful that I am among the blessed ones in these pandemic times with its uncountable deaths and immeasurable misery and suffering. For those who have suffered and lost, allow me to offer you my heartfelt condolences and hope that we all find peace and have a healthy 2021.

Here’s hoping for a happy, healthy, safe, enjoyable, productive and happening 2021 🙂

A Book Update

Hello! Hope you had a wonderful festive season 🙂 Although, it’s been less than a month since my book (ahem) was published, I thought of sharing the few early reviews. To be honest, nobody wants to read an unrated book. I am hoping these, albeit few, reviews, will help to nudge you in that direction.

A self-published author, especially so late in life, relies heavily on word of mouth to spread the word. So, if you have ever enjoyed reading my work, or just want to do a good deed, please do read Breaking Free: A Novella and Other Stories by Mohua Maulik (whom you know as Dahlia) and leave a review – even a single line or word with a rating would do! By the way the book is free on Kindle Unlimited (at least in India).

Thank you in advance.

Cheers!

Breaking Free

Hello! Here’s wishing you and your loved ones a safe, healthy, happy and prosperous Diwali. In case you hadn’t noticed, I have been off posting on my blog for quite a while now. Although I have been posting on the Pages section (which for some strange reason doesnt lead to a notification to blog followers – sigh). Anyway, coming back to the point, I utilized the extra time on my hands during the lockdown to compile my (choice) of the better short stories into a book. This is out in virtual stores now (links below). A fair warning though, these stories have been published on my blog and if you have been following my stories, you can safely skip this book. But then you would never know what you missed. 😉

Or you could share with your friends and family.

I know it’s a long shot but then nothing ventured, nothing gained, so here goes:

If perchance, you do purchase the book, read it and like it, I would very much appreciate if you could leave your comments on Amazon/Flipkart/Goodreads or wherever you are comfortable.

And the good news is that it is free on Kindle Unlimited!

Thanks!

Oh and yes, while the world’s population has been advised to mask up, I have opted to break free of my self-imposed anonymity and unmask myself, albeit in the virtual world.

That name on the book cover is my given name. 🙂

PAN India Distribution:
 Amazon : https://www.amazon.in/dp/9390507006

Flipkart : https://www.flipkart.com/breaking-free-novella-other-stories/p/itm4fa0943f76872

International Distribution:

US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/9390507006
UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/9390507006
Germany: https://www.amazon.de/dp/9390507006
France: https://www.amazon.fr/dp/9390507006
Spain: https://www.amazon.es/dp/9390507006
Italy: https://www.amazon.it/dp/9390507006
Japan: https://www.amazon.co.jp/dp/9390507006
Canada: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/9390507006
The eBook is now available on Amazon KDP.

India – https://www.amazon.in/dp/B08N56MDFD

US – https://www.amazon.com/dp/B08N56MDFD

UK – https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08N56MDFD

Germany – https://www.amazon.de/dp/B08N56MDFD

France – https://www.amazon.fr/dp/B08N56MDFD

Spain – https://www.amazon.es/dp/B08N56MDFD

Italy – https://www.amazon.it/dp/B08N56MDFD

Netherlands – https://www.amazon.nl/dp/B08N56MDFD

Japan – https://www.amazon.co.jp/dp/B08N56MDFD

Brazil – https://www.amazon.com.br/dp/B08N56MDFD

Canada – https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B08N56MDFD

Mexico – https://www.amazon.com.mx/dp/B08N56MDFD

Australia – https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B08N56MDFD

SPF: The Christmas Gift

Hello and here’s hoping you are doing well in these difficult times. I am trying to get back to blogging but nothing new as of now. Unless you are into #IPKKND and Silver Streaks. In which case, Season 2 is now underway. See you there 🙂

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Photo (c) Susan Spaulding

The Christmas Gift

Words 200

“I wonder what Santa will gift me this year.” Rimi mused.

“Lucky you,” Rimi’s grandfather was jealous, “In my time there was no Santa.”

“That’s not possible!” Rimi protested. “Perhaps you were a bad boy.”

“I was always a good boy.” Huffed Dadu. “It’s not fair that I didn’t get any toys. Not even on my birthday.”

“Aww.” Rimi commiserated. “I’ll ask Santa!”

“As if he’ll agree.” Dadu snorted.

The next morning, Rimi ran to Dadu. “Guess what I saw last night?”

“What?”

“A thick blanket of snow covered the garden…”

“But it never snows here!”

She stamped her foot. “It did last night.”

“Fine!”

“Elves sat around the stumps talking when a sleigh drew up in a shower of snow. I jumped out and asked Santa why he didn’t give you gifts.”

“What did he say?”

“He said his GPS wasn’t as advanced then.”

Dadu coughed.

“I said, why not gift him now? But Santa said he brought gifts for only children.”

“I told you so!” Dadu grumbled.

“But I managed to convince him!” Rimi was triumphant.

“How?”

“I said what about those in their second childhood?”

Dadu laughed and enfolded Rimi in his arms. “My best gift ever!”

***

Written (after ages) for the Sunday Photo Fiction – a story in 200 words or less. Thanks to Susan Spaulding for hosting the challenge and for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.

His First Pair

My second submission (first one here) this week after my ‘inspirational’ walk 😀 Would love to know which one you think is better. Thanks!

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Photo (c) Adam Ickes

 

His First Pair

Words 102

“Dadu you came!” Rimi ran to hug her grandfather.

“Soon our village will get electricity…”

“Great! Dad will have no choice but to take me.” Rimi pulled him.

“Wait. Let me wash my feet first.”

“Why are you bare feet?!”

“I couldn’t wear leather on my feet!”

“But Dadu shoes are also made of synthetic material.”

“Really?”

“Yes! Let me buy you a pair of shoes.”

 

“I love my new shoes.” He carefully tucked them into his bag. “Thank you.”

“Aren’t you going to wear them?”

“Oh but I couldn’t!”

“Why not? They aren’t leather…”

“They’ll get dirty and frayed.”

***

Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and Adam Ickes for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt (and showcase your story) click here.

 

 

 

 

A Shoddy Job

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Photo (c) Adam Ickes

A Shoddy Job

97 Words

 

“For sale: baby shoes, never worn” 

She sighed. Another blank. Why did she even try?

She frowned and stared at the prompt.

A sturdy pair of shoes.

Just like the ones she needed to fulfill her New Year resolution.

Perhaps she could buy one before the year ended. At least it would be a step in the right direction. The shoes looked comfortable, not something that would give shoe bite. But probably beyond her shoestring budget, she sighed.

Perhaps she would dig out an old pair, go for a walk, and find some inspiration on the way.

***

Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and Adam Ickes for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt (and showcase your story) click here.

Something is better than nothing right? Or not? Go on say it!

Thanks for reading and (hopefully) commenting.

And a second submission here after the ‘inspirational’ walk 😀

Aligned

And here I am with some more photos for another challenge hosted by Debbie at Travel with Intent. The prompt this week is Lines

So let’s see what I can cull from my collection – are you game 😉

IMG_0328Don’t you think it is appropriate to start this journey at the airport with its numerous airlines? 😀 Especially as the possibilities are endless. Care to join me and check out some noteworthy lines? After all someone has to make sure I stay in line 😉

IMG_0135A house arrested in time.

Once upon a time, I lived in one such home, just two doors away…

IMG_0164…where the once irrepressible dancing gushing Ganga now flows dull disapproving and unsmiling.

IMG_0377I am trying to convince myself that these trees were past their safety date…

IMG_0287The world’s largest sundial at Jaipur – the famous Jantar Mantar. I have always wondered about the steps leading to nowhere. Perhaps they were used by the astronomers to touch the sky to set the time. What do you think?

IMG_0206At the Amer Fort, Jaipur, even the mountains are aligned 😀

IMG_0525From the deserts of Rajasthan I now take you to the shore line 😀 I have almost grown up with this textbook image of the Shore Temple in my history books.

IMG_0679Since Indian weddings are quite in the fashion these days, a glimpse into the intricate mehendi lines. The neat orderly lines are in contrast to the…

IMG_0300Bindaas crazy lines 😀

Thanks for visiting and do let me know your favorite snap. Surely you liked one?

Anyone Game?

Recently I came across a really cool photo challenge hosted by Proscenium at Friday Follies. It involves submissions of any kind of sign, flyer, ad etc might or might not, be intentional or unintentionally, a mistake or could be interpreted the wrong way, misspelled, be a double entendre or just outright hilarious.

I have been sitting on just the one for such a challenge and here it is!

20181202_2157181Sometimes it pays to be stuck in a traffic jam!

Umm but technically wouldn’t ‘make up’ be considered adding….?

Oh well. Just in case anyone is interested details are right up there 😀

Enslaved

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Photo (c) Dale Rogerson

Enslaved

Words 102

“There!” Mohini huffed from the gentle climb on to the dam, “This is where I grew up, beside the mighty Ganga. Beautiful isn’t she?”

Sia blew on the bubble till it popped. “Sure.” She ruminated, busy taking selfies. “The mountains in the distance look better. She’s too dull and bloated, like an over-fed slithering python for my liking.”

“She wasn’t always like this. She was free, fresh and sparkling, singing her song while skipping and dancing her way over boulders and stones.“

“What happened?”

“She was dammed up for the greater good.”

“How much longer Mohini?” Her husband called. “I am hungry.”

***

Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and Dale for the photo prompt. If you want to read the other stories inspired by this prompt (or add your link) click here.

CFFC: Fun Fotos

Hello people! Cee’s put up a wonderful funny foto challenge this week, one that has dragged me out of my boring uninspiring world. Besides who can resist an opportunity to laugh or smile – well how about baring the teeth then?

At an outdoor event while the participants were readying, thise mom and child duo had a blast. It brought a huge smile to my face as they dashed about frolicking, jumping and generally freaking out without a care in the world. The little one was so quick on its feet that I could only manage a blur. The next one is a bit better.

20181005_175910Cute huh? That reminds me…

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That’s a Minion! No it’s Superman err Superdog Scoobie Dooby Doo 😀 Dont miss the Royal Ignore pose.

20171128_173848What’s so funny you ask? Well how about you tell me the time?

20181031_085037A scarecrow in the garden but the gophers aren’t impressed. After all they aren’t crows 😉

20181118_144240As usual I left my favorite for the last. Take your time and read it carefully. Or at least until you find tomato sauce. And then turn the page

20181118_144301And marvel at the meal that echoes but most of all salute the spirit and the determination to survive despite all odds.

Have a wonderful weekend and do share your favorite foto or menu 😀

A Survivor’s Tale

Photo (c) Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

A Survivor’s Tale

Words 98

It was dark and the weight crushing.  

Life oozed out bit by bit.  

I struggled to survive, one breath at a time.

 Loneliness engulfed me. 

Oh the pain the anguish the isolation – all for what?

Doubts racked me.

Why struggle so much?

Who cared whether I lived or died?

Why not just give up?

Give in.

I tried.

Believe me, I tried hard to give up.

But I didn’t know how.

I only knew one thing.

My time would come.

And it did.

That’s my story. What’s yours?

She swayed and dipped, offering me yet another luscious mango.

***

Written (after eons) for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.

CFFC: Vibrant Colors

Time for more photos! I am rather late for Cee’s Challenge Vibrant Colors but I still couldn’t resist playing along. Get ready to choose your favorite!

BouganvilleaFrom a couple of springs earlier, old timers may remember.

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Flowers from my sister’s garden in Dublin

IMG-20180829-WA0022Another one! Begunia I think.

IMG-20180923-WA0041The colors of fall in Dublin

IMG-20180505-WA0019When it was spring in Dublin. Nope I haven’t been there in any season 😀

20180930_114809China rose from India!

20180930_114829Slight change in lighting and voila! Both orange and yellow! So cool isn’t it?

20180429_204303The vibrant colors of dancers on the World Dance Day earlier this year. My niece is there too – the tallest one in yellow.

Thanks for visiting and don’t forget to let me know your favorite –  surely you like something?

Have a super day.

 

CB&W: Curve of the Matter

Hola people! I am terribly excited to be participating once again in Cee’s photo challenges. I didnt know how much I had missed them until now 😀 Thank you Cee! This one is a black and white challenge on the topic of circles and curves. Scroll down to see what I dug out from my archives – up to you to find the curves and circles. 😉

Mask

Starting with a demon mask to ward off any evil eye 😉

Moving dayMoving in on a stationary bike 😀

GuitarSome shiny musical curves

BackA choosy guitarist, surely you can find a couple of curves?

DuckShow off!

20180929_173858.jpgAn English breakfast spread (from Dublin courtesy my lil sister and our friend)

MealA traditional Indian (more specifically Bengali) fishy meal served on a massive brass plate.

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And here’s the original version at Rupali’s request! Did it help or worsen your craving? 😀

 

CakeAnd end it with a finger-licking scrumptious butterscotch cake

Thank you for visiting! Do let me know which was your favorite shot. Have a super weekend.

 

The Age-old Ban

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Photo (c) Dale Rogerson

The Age-old Ban

Words 102

 

“What a historic day*!” Rohan exulted. “We are free! The society has been forced to accept us.”

His wife swallowed. “Co…congratulations.”

Rohan looked at his watch. “Why aren’t you ready?”

“I thought you’d be out celebrating with…with your boyfriend.”

“Don’t think so much.” He snapped. “Get ready.”

“I…I don’t feel like…”

“Did I ask you?”

“Fine!” She stood up. “Let’s go.”

“Are you crazy? Go to a family function dressed like that? Wear the red and gold silk sari.”

“That’s so bling!”

“I don’t care.”

“Take Ma, she’s dressed.”

“She’s overdressed.” Rohan fumed. “With Dad gone, it’s time she wore sober colors**.”

***

*Earlier this month, in a (welcome and long overdue) landmark verdict, the Supreme Court in India overturned the controversial section 377 a 158-year old law against consensual gay sex. The judgement heralds a new dawn for personal liberty and a major victory for the LGBTQ community.

**In India, widows were (are) supposed to wear only white and red is the prerogative of married women.

Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and Dale for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt, click here.

Ganapati Bappa Morya!

We Indians are blessed with many Gods and Goddesses but I think I can safely say that the cutest and most adorable of them is the Elephant-headed pot bellied four armed single tusked Lord Ganesha. Although on second thoughts Krishna in his childhood avatar is probably equally adored and cute 🙂

Lord Ganesha is also the Lord of beginnings and the Remover of all obstacles. This Ganesha Chathurthi I wish you all new auspicious beginnings and share a beautiful mosaic of the God made by our own dear friend and artist Ferdi (Ilfordian). She appears to a bit underweather d these days but I would like to request her to share some details about her artwork and thank her for allowing me to share it with you all 🙂

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Image (c) Ilfordian

Don’t miss the tiny mouse at the bottom – never fails to amaze (and amuse) me how Lord Ganesha manages to sit on the mouse (although some believe it is a rat or a shrew) without squashing it 😀 But then legend has it that there was a celestial musician Krauncha who accidentally stepped on the foot of Muni Vamadeva who was infuriated enough to curse Krauncha to become a mouse. The curse turned Krauncha into a massive mouse who ended up damaging everything and anything. Once he made the mistake of destroying the ashram of Maharishi Parashar where Lord Ganesha was also staying. To teach the destructive Krauncha a lesson, Lord Ganesha looped a noose around his neck and subdued him. Krauncha begged pardon and requested salvation. Lord Ganesha forgave him and accepted him as his vehicle which Krauncha gratefully accepted. But then the Lord was too heavy for Krauncha so taking pity on him, the Lord became lighter so that Krauncha could easily support him.

The other angle is that as the Destroyer of all obstacles with a mouse as His vehicle, Ganesha is able to enter into all nooks and crannies with ease and gives Him Omnipresence. Alternatively, the mouse is the destroyer of a farmer’s crop and by subduing it, the Lord removes their obstacle. There are many other stories of Ganesha like this one here which explains why Ganesha has a single tusk. Well one of the versions anyway!

I have always wondered what the chant “Ganpati Bappa Morya” meant and this time I exerted myself to google it. Ganpati is a combination of two words – Gan is group and pati is ruler or lord (Like really? Oh well I guess I better not go there...) and Bappa is Father or Lord. Morya is a bit tricky with two explanations. The more popular one is the one which speaks about a 14th Century saint Morya Gosavi who was a crazed devotee of Ganpati and did severe penance to please his Lord. Pleased, Ganesh asked him to choose his boon and all he wanted was to be forever associated with him and hence the chant Ganpati Bapppa Morya.

The other explanation is that Morya is a combination of two words – Mhora ya which means come ahead and bless us. I personally prefer this explanation as it makes more sense but then again, both explanations could be right!

Ganesha Chaturthi greetings to one and all 🙏

वक्रतुण्ड महाकाय सूर्यकोटि समप्रभ
निर्विघ्नं कुरु मे देव सर्वकार्येषु सर्वदा

Meaning:
1: (I meditate on Sri Ganesha) Who has a Curved Trunk, Large Body, and Who has the Brilliance of a Million Suns,
2: O Lord, Please make all my Works, free of Obstacles, always.

Ganapati Bappa Morya!

***

Full Moon

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Photo (c) Gah Learner

Full Moon

Words 102

“Why are you packing?”

“I’ve had enough.”

“But why? You know I love you!”

Love?”

“Yes. A thousand times yes. My love for you shines brighter than the moon.”

“That I agree.”

“Then…?”

Your love lives off my love. No wonder it’s fickle and ever-changing.”

“Don’t say that!”

“Why not? It’s the bitter truth unlike your sweet lies. Your game is up for I can see through your fake protestations of undying avowals of love.”

“Don’t be so mean. My love for you is pure!”

“The only thing pure about you is the darkness of your soul.” He picked up his bag.

***

Written (after an eon and this one too almost slipped out – or perhaps it would have been better if it had missed the bus) for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and Gah Learner for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.

 

SPF: Reality Bites

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Photo (c) Anurag Bakshi

SPF: Reality Bites

Words 101

Amidst thunderous applause Kali walked up to the dais to receive her award from the President of India. Not just a wife and mother, she was a woman of substance – of the likes of Madame Curie. Pride and exultation filled her as she surveyed her family cheering and clapping until their throats and hands were sore.

“Wonderful groundbreaking work Madam,” the interviewer gushed. “You are truly an inspiration for all women and we are extremely proud of you.”

“Thank you.” Kali said modestly.

“Tell us Madam who was your inspiration on this long and difficult journey in a male dominated field?”

“My inspiration?” Kali laughed. “Everyone!”

“That’s interesting. Could you elaborate please?”

“I was named Kali because I was dark. I was also given other names because I was fat and short.” Kali shrugged. “Rejected by suitors and reviled by society I turned to my first love, academics.” Kali smiled. “So here I am.”

“What about your husband?”

“He’s been a pillar of strength all throughout. He took care of home and children while I slaved away in the laboratory…”

 

“How long does it take to make a cup of tea?” A querulous voice demanded.

“Coming.” Kali switched off the gas.

***

Written (after a long time!) for the Sunday Photo Fiction – a story in 200 words or less. Thanks to Susan for hosting the challenge and Anurag for the awesome photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.

 

 

Restricted Entry

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Photo (c) Ronda Del Boccio

Restricted Entry

Words 101

“Sir if you could kindly help?” He bowed obsequiously.

“Yes?” The Dean removed his spectacles.

“Please admit my son into your medical college. He missed the cut off list by just a few marks.”

The Dean pulled a file. “More than twenty marks.”

“I can arrange government funding,” He bargained. “Unlimited.”

“But seats are limited.”

“I’m sure you can work it out.”

The Dean scanned the list of candidates. “So many girls. Why do they want to be doctors? Their place is at home.”

“Perhaps their marks could be shuffled?”

“Perhaps.” The Dean closed the file. “Kindly arrange fund transfer.”

Osoreirimasu.”

***

Osoreirimasu: Thank you in Japanese when you want to acknowledge the trouble that someone has gone to for you. Inspired by this news article

Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thank you Rochelle for hosting this challenge and Ronda Del Boccio for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt please click here.

Thank you for reading and as always I look forward to your comments.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Caught in the Middle

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Photo (c) Ted Strutz

Caught in the Middle

Words 101

“When is Deva coming?” Arnav asked Khushi.

“He hasn’t confirmed.”

“I’m booking his tickets.” Arnav fumed.

“But…”

“Does he plan to come after Diwali?” He silenced her.

“Why did Dad book my tickets?” Deva blasted Khushi. “I told you I would manage.”

“So what if he booked?” Khushi soothed.

“But Mom, I have a presentation then! Please cancel it.”

“If I cancel, he may not get any tickets!” Arnav warned Khushi. “It’s Diwali.”

“I’ll manage Mom.”

“How?” Arnav grilled Khushi. “Teleportation?”

“Mom please tell Dad to chill.”

“High time Deva grew up Khushi and acted responsibly.”

“Mom perhaps I’ll skip Diwali.”

***

Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and Ted Strutz for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.

FFfAW: The Pick-me-up

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The Pick-me-up

Words 175

“Come for a walk?” Reema was at the door. “Please! I need to vent.”

“Sure.” Dia shut the door behind her. “Yikes it is hot!” she gasped.

“I know,” Reema agreed, “But I simply had to get out.”

“What happened?”

“It’s every damn thing,” Reema groaned, “and the weather isn’t helping. I have an office deadline, college cut offs and admissions are giving us sleepless nights and on top of it, my father-in-law.”

“What’s he done?”

“He has begun to invite random people home.” Reema groaned. “We’ve guests for dinner and lunch.”

“Just make twice the amount.”

“One batch is pure vegetarian.”

“Oops!”

“Exactly.” Reema sighed. “But there’s one good thing.”

“What?” Dia wiped her brow.

“I don’t dread Hell anymore.”

“Right. It couldn’t be hotter than the kitchen.”

They laughed.

“I guess I better get back.” They traced their steps back. “I can see another crisis looming.”

“What?”

“The husband has a cold.”

“Oh no!” Dia commiserated. “Poor you.”

“Thanks for the shoulder.” Reema grinned.

“Anytime.” Dia winked. “But remember, it’s my turn tomorrow.”

***

Written for the FFfAW challenge – a story in 175 words or less. Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting the challenge and I am happy to have managed to rise to the challenge this week. Successfully or not, is up to you to decide! To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.

Why the Caged Bird Doesn’t Sing

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Photo (c) Liz Young

Why the Caged Bird Doesn’t Sing

Words 100

“Once upon a time, I was young, happy and carefree.” He said addressing gathered guests on their gala anniversary celebrations. “Until I met her.”

Laughter.

“But,” he raised a hand; “I experienced true happiness only after marriage.”

“Awww.” They nudged her and giggled.

Whenever your demands were met, she smiled at them.

“Thank you for the greatest joy of my life,” he pointed, “my darling Jaya.”

Whom you wanted me to abort, she swallowed.

“I am now the proud husband of a Bank Manager.”

Cheers and claps.

One who is not allowed to manage her own account. Her father beamed.

***

Written (with apologies to Maya Angelou) for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and Liz for the intriguing photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.

Monitoring the Monitor

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Photo (c) J Hardy Carroll

Monitoring the Monitor

Words 100

“I hate these senseless wars! Why can’t people be more empathetic, have more compassion? Can’t you do something?”

“We’re building a repository of all vibrations emitted by living beings.”

“Vibrations!? But why?”

“Don’t you know it all began with Om which is the vibration of the universe? Our bodies are a container of vibrations made of thoughts and emotions.”

“Hmm. So?”

“The repository will synchronize the vibrations of people, enable them feel the pain of others and stop them from hurting them. There will be no wars, no destruction, no power games.”

“But who will harmonize the vibrations?”

“I will.”

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and J Hardy Carroll for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here