Category: Humor

FF: Of Endings

Hello! Hope you are having a lovely weekend. I believe it’s unexpectedly hot these days at several places. In Delhi, though it’s not raining as much but pretty overcast and terribly humid. But i guess that’s to be expected for the next two months or so. Sigh.

Moving on, it’s time for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less based on a photo prompt kindly provided this week by J Hardy Carroll. If you wish to join the challenge or read the other stories inspired by this prompt, click here. Off we go!

Photo Prompt © J Hardy Carroll

Of Endings

Words 100

After the cremation, the men returned home. The son, with his head shorn wore white unstitched garments. Several rituals still remained. A stream of visitors dropped in to pay their respects.

“I suppose your mother will shift to Delhi now?” A family friend asked.

“We don’t know yet. She is quite independent and attached to this house.”

“But surely she cannot stay alone?”

The son shrugged. “I don’t know. There hasn’t been a chance to discuss any of the practicalities.”

“Yes of course. Of course. But, in case you, decide to sell this house, I would like to purchase it.”

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Thank you for visiting, have a great week ahead.

For those who are reading Some Sugar & Spice, the next chapter is up.

FF: Hunger Games

Hello hope you all are having a lovely weekend. Happy Rakshabandhan to everybody. In Delhi, it’s been raining almost non-stop for the past 12 hours so. Finally the deluge has let up a bit. Hope it stays that way to allow the brothers and sisters to meet without any stress.

It’s past Friday and time for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less based on a photo prompt kindly provided this week by Jen Pendergast. If you wish to join the challenge or read the other stories inspired by this prompt, click here. Off we go!

Photo Prompt © Jen Pendergast

Hunger Games

Words 100

“Not well?” Tilak asked.

“A bad headache.” Nita said.

“Take a paracetamol and lie down.”

“But dinner?”

“Relax. I can manage.”

 “Thanks. There’s leftover rice and dal in the fridge. If you could make okra and perhaps eggs…?”

“Sure.”

An hour later, Nita woke up to find her four year old daughter breathing into her face. “What’s the matter, darling? Had your dinner?”

She nodded. “Mamma, are you going to die?”

“No! Why do you ask.”

“I don’t like onions in my omelette.” She started bawling.

“And,” her six-year-old had joined them, “he put potatoes in okra. Who does that?!”

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Were or are your children fussy about food? Do share your experiences in the comment section. Thank you for visiting, i too shall be blog hopping in a bit. See you soon.

For those who are reading Some Sugar & Spice, the next chapter is up.

FF: Ostrich in the Sand

Hello and welcome to another edition of Friday Fictioneers with Rochelle leading the way, this time with a photo from Nancy Richy for a story in 100 words. If you want to join in, click here. Thank you Rochelle and Nancy.

Photo Prompt © Nancy Richy

FF: Ostrich in the Sand

Words 100

Quick, this was his chance!

Ron began to tiptoe

He froze.

The familiar shuffle of footsteps.

No time to lose, he dived behind the sofa.

“Yes darling,” Her voice floated across. “the coast is clear. Let’s party!”

A titter.

“Yes darling. Just you and me. Oh Ron? He ran off to play football. Time he learned to take responsibility for his actions. Do you want to go out for dinner?” She lowered her voice. “Or should we order in and…?”

“Mom!” Ron sprang up, “You have a boyfriend?!”

Mom’s eyes gleamed with mischief as she stood there hands on hips.

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Thank you for reading and leaving me a note. And in case anyone is interested, a new story: Some Sugar & Spice is now live! Hope to see you there as well.

Have a wonderful week.

FF: Summer Plans

Hello and welcome to Friday Fictioneer’s party hosted by Rochelle where we all are invited to post a story in 100 words or less based on the photo prompt (with due credit to the contributor). Click here to join or read the other stories on this prompt.

PHOTO PROMPT © Lisa Fox

FF: Summer Plans

Words 100

“How about a long relaxed vacation at a log cabin in the hills?” Dad asked.

“Wow! Will there be any snow?” Rhea asked.

“Yes. If you are willing to trek.”

“Great.” Shreyas lit up.

“Won’t it be crowded in the summer?” Mom was doubtful

“Not at all.” Dad beamed. “It’s far from the madding crowd.”

“Meaning I will have to cook.”

“I will cook. We all will.”

“As if.” Mom snorted. “All of you will sit with your phones….”

“Oh there’s no phone or internet connection there.”

“What? Count me out.” Shreyas stood up.

“Me too.” Rhea said. “Sorry Dad.”

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So would you be willing to go for a vacation to such a place? Do let me know! Have a super day and week ahead.

TankaTuesday #2

Good day! Another attempt to write tanka while participating in Colleen’s #TankaTuesday challenge where the rules are to to write in any of the 24 syllabic forms of Japanese poetry using a kigo or season word as an inspiration. While there are 24 seasons in Japan, we are allowed to use season words as per our region.

I am trying out a tanka and have used ‘Dandiya’ as the kigo word here. Dandiya Raas is a folk dance of western India mostly in the states of Gujarat and Rajasthan. This popular socio-religious dance is performed during the Navaratri (literally – Nine Nights) festival in honor of Goddess Durga who is believed to visit her home on Earth along with her children and their unique animal companions, (but that’s another story for another day, perhaps). This festival usually occurs in the period of late September to late October with the actual dates varying from year to year. Dandiya is performed in memory of Goddess Durga’s victory over Mahishasura (literally – buffalo demon) and the colorful sticks (called dandia) used in the dance represent her sword.

I took this image from this site just to give you a better idea. I hope the kigo word is acceptable?

And the tanka is

trees

swaying in the breeze

dandiya practice

he joins up unaware

of her fracture

Initially I thought of going for just the haiku (the first 3 lines) then felt it could be a tanka as well. Also the explanation seemed a bit disproportionate to the kigo description. Still is actually 😀

That’s it folks. Do let me know your thoughts, comments and tips. Have a great day and thank you Colleen for the challenge.

MWWP: Haiku#1

Hello and a very good day to you. I am attempting to participate in Eugi’s Moonwashed Musings Weekly Prompt – Velvety. It can be any variation of the prompt or the image (below).

Today I am attempting a haiku inspired by this image.

About haiku

Haiku, a Japanese form of poetry, in English, is of three lines with a total of 17 syllables (preferably less). Composed of a phrase and a fragment, it captures one or two moments  by using clear and vivid images. A haiku is an unfinished poem – the readers interpret what it means by putting the images together.

A reader should be able to read the haiku and “see” the images from the words. Haiku usually have an “Aha” moment, which portray a spontaneous moment through the juxtaposition of two sharp images, with a reveal or insight or contrast or leap or pun.

Here’s my attempt:

yellow moon

knocks on the balcony window

I bring in the laundry

Well, did it work? Did it create images and a sudden switch? Comments and suggestions welcome.

Thanks for visiting. Have a super weekend.

FF: Off His Chest

Hello everyone! It’s Friday Fictioneer’s time and we have yet another party which you are welcome to join. Thank you Rochelle for hosting it and Jennifer Pendergast for the photo prompt. Click here to join and the Rules are here.

PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast
FF: Off His Chest

Words 100

 “Hello David.”

“Mary? How…When…”

“Why so startled? My first time coming home after my wedding, I had to meet you. Aren’t you going to ask me in?”

“Er….”

“Everything’s the same. That pen stand’s the one I gifted you? Aww, David. Still pining for me? Sorry, darling but it’s time you moved on.”

“Um…”

“I love this quaint chest. Remember how I used to hide here whenever the doorbell rang? Ha. Ha!” She opened the chest. “Eeeks!”

“Hi Mary.” Raina popped out.

“Why’re you hiding here?”

“I thought it was his mom. How’s Shailesh?”

“You know my husband?”

“Sort of. My ex-boyfriend.”

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I tried my personal favorite format – only dialogue. Wondering if it worked or was confusing – do let me know. Thanks for reading. Have a super day 🙂

PS: In view of the confusion, I edited it. Hope it reads better now. Thanks for your support.

TankaTuesday #1

Good day to everyone. Another attempt to write tanka while participating in Colleen’s #TankaTuesday challenge where the rules are to to write in any of the 24 syllabic forms of Japanese poetry using a kigo or season word as an inspiration. While there are 24 seasons in Japan, we are allowed to use season words as per our region.

I hope I have understood the rules 🙂

I belong to India and the monsoon season is still lingering around, although I believe it has begun its, albeit belated, withdrawal.

a monsoon shower –

hanging on the long clothesline

sparkling diamonds

thieves break-in to find my cache

of dripping garments

So monsoon is my kigo. While the tanka is not exactly 5/7/5/7/7 syllables, I believe a total of 31 syllables or less is also acceptable. Am I right? Did this work? I also wasnt sure if I was supposed to include the image. Would love to know your thoughts, comments and suggestions.

Thanks for visiting and reading. Have a super day.

FF: Divided

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

Divided

Words 100

“Must you always win?” The chair overturned as Rohan stormed out.

Dave held Sheila back. “Let him be. He’s had a bad day.”

“That’s no excuse for bad manners.” Sheila fumed.

“Maybe he’s hungry.” Binna said.

“Who isn’t?” Sheila was in no mood to be pacified. “Always bulldozing…”

“When did I ever?” Rohan was back.

“Last Sunday, when we…” Sheila began counting.

“It was my birthday…”

“Today’s mine.” Binna raised a hand.

“Right!” Rohan clicked his fingers. “And you’d naturally prefer chole bhature over tacos.” He smirked.

 “Nope.” Binna countered with a smug smile. “I ordered tteokbokki.”

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Hello everyone! I sneaked in last week and hope to stick around for a long(er) period this time. Looking forward to catching up with all of you. Happy weekend 🙂

WWP #287: Not So Sweet Revenge

Hello! I am back with a piece for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt – Revenge 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.

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