Small is Big by Rafaa Dalvi  #BookBlitz

Small is Big by Rafaa Dalvi #BookBlitz

Blog Tour: Small is Big: A collection of 100 micro tales by Rafaa Dalvi

 

 
SMALL IS BIG:
A Collection of 100 Micro Tales
by
Rafaa Dalvi
 
Blog Tour: Small is Big: A collection of 100 micro tales by Rafaa Dalvi
 
Blurb
 
Have you always wanted to read more, but you could never finish that one book?
You kept putting it off, hoping you would find some free time, only to find out that months or even years went by and you saw little progress.
 
That’s about to change!
 
With Small is Big, Rafaa Dalvi has created a potpourri of 100 diverse micro tales (140 characters or less) that will provide you a rich experience in easy-to-digest fragments and urge you to read one page after another before you finally finish the book.
And the best part is that there’s a story for everyone, including YOU!
 
If you’re a romantic at heart, this micro tale is for you-
She kissed his cheek as he smiled back. Nothing had changed much since two decades.
Her husband called her.
She hid the photo in the closet.
 
If you love happy endings, this micro tale is for you-
You rested on my lap, opened yourself before me and shared your fantasies with me.
Then the stories ended and you turned back into a book.
 
If you are a big fan of word play, this micro tale is for you-
They’re lying in bed. 
“You’re the one,” he says; he’s lying. 
“I never doubted it,” she says; she’s lying. 
They’re lying in bed.
 
And if you like thrillers, this micro tale is for you-
There were two of us and one vacant position.
He would die for this job and I would kill for it.
No wonder it worked out just fine for me. 
 
In fact, there are 100 such small tales that will have a big impact on you.
 
Grab your copy @
 
 

About the author
 
Rafaa Dalvi, 26, is a vibrant mess of innumerable thoughts, quotes and movie dialogues who tries to escape from the mundane with words. He dreams about changing the world, one smile at a time. When he’s not busy befriending the voices in his head, he can be found in cosy corners, sipping green tea from a wine glass. As for everything else in between, there is food.
 
An alumnus of NMIMS Mumbai, he wants to be a versatile writer following in the footsteps of his role models Michael Crichton, Charles Dickens and Roald Dahl.
 
Already published numerous times, his stories can be read in the anthologies – Curtain Call (editor), Terribly Tiny Tales Volume 1, Kaleidoscope, Myriad Tales and Her Story. His first solo book ‘Small is Big’ is a collection of 100 micro tales. He’s the recipient of Indian Bloggers League Booker Prize 2013, the winner of Melonade 5 and a Select Writer at Terribly Tiny Tales.

 

 
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Inn-Love   #ShadesofLove

Inn-Love #ShadesofLove

Samantha could look at Jonathan unobserved from her corner desk.  Jonathan was busy on the laptop,  preparing the shopping list which goes out on Fridays for the Saturday market.  His fingers flying across the keyboard, like a pianist.  They were long and beautiful. And soft, she remembered.

Annie, her four year old bumbled into the reception waving a paper which had colorful crayon scribblings.  Samantha made her sit on top of the desk.

‘See my dlawing Mommy,’ Annie lisped.   Samantha kissed her and cooed about her drawing.

‘Look Jon,  my dlawing,’ Annie passed on the paper to Jonathan.

He had been watching them and thinking about how wonderful they looked together.  He was tempted to be part of their life.  This cottage inn ‘in the sticks’ had given him a lot more than his comfortable city job.  But,  it was time now to leave,  before it becomes too difficult. Continue reading

A broken home   #FridayFictioneers

A broken home #FridayFictioneers

Sandra took one look at the room and knew Roger was in.  Sandra couldn’t believe he traced her so soon.  She hoped he was not high on whatever he smoked.  She stared horrified as Roger stumbled from the kitchen swaying precariously. He could go from happy to angry in 2 seconds.  Roger came closer and hugged her tight.

“Baby..missed you,” he mumbled between kisses.  Sandra stood frozen even as the slap singed her cheek.

“Bitch.”

He grabbed her throat.    She fumbled for the knife she hid near the door and stabbed repeatedly till he fell down lifeless.

“Missed you too.”


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Ghosts, are they?  #FridayFotoFiction

Ghosts, are they? #FridayFotoFiction

“Mani, look! Visitors,’ Prabhu smirked as Mani peeped through the window.

“Really?  Let’s have some fun.  I will make the curtains fly and close the doors.,” Mani said as he went to fetch the strings to add special effects.

“We are ghosts.  They should fear us.  We have a reputation to maintain,” Prabhu snorted as he changed into a white gown with a lighted lamp in his hand.

“Where are my anklets?  They sound eerie in the dark.”

Meanwhile,  the visitors were walking up the rocks to reach the castle.  Continue reading

Escalaphobia  #FridayFictioneers

Escalaphobia #FridayFictioneers

Step on the moving ladder and hold the railing.  Sally watched as people zoomed towards the escalator and then stood at ease  till they reached the top.  It looked simple.  But, what if her feet did not find the firm step or if it moves when she is just putting her feet.  Should she hold the railing first? Sally could never time it right.  The image of her lying on the floor, her shopping strewn around and people staring was all she saw. She turned to leave when a staff told her, ‘Mam,  you can use the lift.’

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