Patterns #WriteBravely #MondayMusings

Patterns #WriteBravely #MondayMusings

Shruti watched as Neil went about his morning routines.  She would have been there helping him,  but the headache kept her in the bed.

Neil was a creature of habit bordering on OCD.  Before taking his bath,  he had laid out his clothes on the bed in reverse sequence of what he needed first.  He selected a tie to go with his clothes and kept it on the dressing table to be worn last.  Today it was a striped pattern with small red boxes on it. Continue reading

Flowers for whom     #FridayFictioneers

Flowers for whom #FridayFictioneers

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Betty looked at the note on the bouquet.  It was the same as always.  It was delivered at the same time,  every day and no one knew the sender.

“To, B With love, G”.

She did not care about the ‘G’.  But she wanted to know who is ‘B’ as she and her three sisters’ names started with ‘B’.

So, she decided to observe her sisters’ reactions to the bouquets.

Bella was indifferent.  Becky commented on the beautiful flowers.  Bianca laughed.

No one seemed to be bothered except for Betty.

And then, Mom walked in and exclaimed, “Aw Greg”.


I wrote this 100 word short story for #FridayFictioneers.  Read other stories for the same prompt here.

Romancing the phone   #FridayFictioneers

Romancing the phone #FridayFictioneers

These phone booths were much in demand in the pre-mobile phone era.  In India,  these were mostly at railway stations.  At other places there were regular phones to make public phone calls.  The advantage of this phone was,  we could hear the person on the other side of the phone,  but could speak to him only after dropping the coin.  And with the Indian mentality of jugaad,  it was abused in various ways to save the coin.  Here’s my take for this week.


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Rewind #FridayFictioneers

Rewind #FridayFictioneers

Jim drove on ignoring the thumbs.  Get your own car, he thought.  He  saw her while changing the radio channel.  Pretty girl in blue asking for a lift.  He stopped the car.

Her car broke down she said and rambled about some meeting to attend.  Jim just stared back.  She reminded him a lot of his ex-wife.  He opened the car door.  She got in and continued grumbling about her car.

Shut up, he thought.  But she didn’t.  Just like his ex-wife.  He felt the heat rising to his face.  His right hand itched.

He regretted it later.


Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. The photo was contributed by Kent Bonham.

Writing also for #WritingWednesdays from Write Tribe.  

Fish out of water  #DiaSameer #FridayReflections

Fish out of water #DiaSameer #FridayReflections

Sameer peeped into the kitchen to see Dia holding a cabbage in her hand and staring outside the window.  He waited a bit longer to see what she was doing.  After some time,  seeing no action,  he entered the kitchen and hugged Dia from behind her.  She shrugged him off.

‘Please,  can’t you see I am trying to do something useful here,’ she said picking up the knife ready to attack the cabbage.

‘But you were just staring outside.  Do you know how to cut this?’

Dia looked down and shook her head with a tear ready to escape her eyes.

‘Come,  watch me do this’

‘But,  amma will see you in the kitchen,’  she protested.

‘But, amma also sees you working outside,’  he retorted.  ‘The heavens will not pour if I cut this cabbage.’

He took the cabbage,  sliced it expertly into two.  He put it on the chopping board and started making first vertical and then horizontal cuts.   It took him about 10 minutes to completely shred it into small bits.

‘There.  Now you can do the rest,’ Sameer said and gave her the chopped cabbage.

Dia hugged Sameer and thanked him for helping her when she was a fish out of water.

And Amma, who saw it all,  was proud of her son.


Dia and Sameer, a geek and non-geek couple.  These stories are short snippets on their approach to daily life.  This story is definitely inspired by a real life incident. Do you know people like them?  Do share the stories with me. ***  

The characters Dia and Sameer are fully imaginary.  Any likeness to people you know is purely coincidental.   The views are the characters’ own and light-hearted.  They are not endorsements.


Linking this short story to Friday Reflections.

This week’s prompt is ‘Fish out of water’.