Nostalgia    #writebravely #writetribeproblogger

Nostalgia #writebravely #writetribeproblogger

When did it all start, Shruti wondered?  When did the handsome, sensitive, caring Neil become a narcissist flirt?   Or maybe,  he was always like that.  Shruti had not noticed earlier as all his attentions and flirting were for her.  But,  she was not part of his admirers.  She did not follow him around moonstruck.  On the contrary,  she was immune to his good looks.

Neil had taken it up as a challenge when his friends had teased him about attaining the unattainable Shruti,  the smartest girl in class.  He started the ‘chase’ to win over Shruti with a lot of caring, attention and flowers.  Shruti was initially surprised and thought Neil will get over it.  But he persisted till college ended.  And by then Shruti was smitten.  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.  

Lost     #FridayReflections #shortstory

Lost #FridayReflections #shortstory

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I felt the constriction in the chest.  It felt like dead weight on my throat. I couldn’t speak.  My  eyes widened but I couldn’t see.  It felt tight.  The tears still dry.

Not now.. not now.  Let me get home.

Thank God, today everyone is busy.  Even the receptionist who would otherwise have been just painting her nails.

I wish today was another day when I could have shut out everyone and cried?.

Roma had called frantically.  ‘Sumit is engaged,’ she said ‘and you did not tell me.  I thought you are still a couple.’ Continue reading