Directions    #FridayFotoFiction

Directions #FridayFotoFiction

‘Turn left,’ she said.

He ignored her and went straight ahead.

‘No prooooblem.  Take the left after the next signal,’ she said again.  ‘Sam.  I lived here.  I know the route to the theater.  Why don’t you listen?’

‘Nah.. this is the right road.  We will get there on time,’ he said and revved up the car engine.

‘Here.  Put this App on,  it will tell you the directions if you don’t want to listen to me.  I don’t want to get lost or miss the movie.’

‘We are not lost.  And I hate that lady telling me ‘turn left’ ‘turn right’,  she doesn’t even say please. Feminists,’  he shook his head.

She sat resigned and observed Sam from the corner of her eye.

This was the fourth time in as many weeks that he did this.  And they always missed the movie.   Next time,  she will drive.   She decided.


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Never again  #FridayFictioneers

Never again #FridayFictioneers

Radha gripped the handle of the contraption as she held her six year old with the other hand.

‘Seat belts?’ Radha asked the attendant.  He pretended to not hear.

Once full,  he flicked a switch to start the roundabout.  Slowly, it came to life.  But,  as it gained momentum,  Radha realized the chair car had no fixed route.  It moved back and forth and sideways and jerked randomly.  She screamed in fear.

Her son was thrilled and shrieked with laughter. Everyone screamed as it gained momentum.

Radha prayed, ‘I will never ever get onto these but God save me today’.


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Monster  #writebravely

Monster #writebravely

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6

Neil walked into the flat late in the night.  The office party was a disaster.  His thoughts kept going back to Shruti.  Shruti needs help, he thought.  He himself would like some support.  He thought of the one person who can set Shruti right.

He had dialed Niti’s number.  She had picked up immediately as if she was waiting for his call.

‘I was about to call you,’ she said. Continue reading

Disobedience  #writebravely

Disobedience #writebravely

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

The phone rang with Niti’s smiling face displayed.  Shruti picked up the phone immediately.

‘Didi,’  she said and started sobbing.

‘Shruti, what is it?  What happened?’ asked Niti full of concern thinking of all weird things that could have gone wrong.

‘It’s its N.. Neil..  He is leaving me .. for someone else …I was never good for him.  And now he d..doesn’t even look a…at m..mee.  I should have listened to Mamma and Papa.  I am being punished for my own a..actions.  F..First the b..baby.  Now this.  My life is finished,’  she sobbed through the phone.

‘Wait… don’t cry.  I am coming over,’  Niti said and hung the phone before Shruti could say no.

Shruti wiped her tears.  She looked around the house which looked like a mess.  Plants withered, dusty shelves, cobwebs.  In a half eaten plate at the table,  she saw ants making a straight line across the table to their secret hiding place.  She did not care but with Didi coming over,  she knew she will get an earful for the unkempt house.

She wanted to get up,  put things in order.  But her body disobeyed.  She will do it before she arrives anyway.

‘Why bother when life is itself a mess,’ she thought.  She pulled the covers over her head and fell into a dreamless sleep.

The insistent doorbell woke up Shruti.   She ignored it many times.  But,  this one rang non-stop.

She got up from the bed,  staggered in the darkened living room and opened the door.  It was Niti.  She barged into the flat.

‘What is all this,  Shruti?’  Niti pulled open the curtains and bright sunlight poured into the room.

Shruti stared back at Niti through sleepy eyes.  She felt the tears brimming up trying to escape.  She walked upto Niti and hugged her.  The sobs were uncontrollable.   She repeated their phone call conversation.  Seeing her little sister cry was distressing for Niti as she cried with her.

Niti went into the kitchen to make tea.  Tea always helped after a good sob.  As they sat on the now cleared couch to sip their tea,  Shruti started to tell about Neil.


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Bated Breath #writebravely

Bated Breath #writebravely

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Shruti let the phone ring when she saw that the caller was Neil.  At his fifth attempt,  she picked it up.

‘Are you spying on me?’ Neil asked in a voice spiked with anger and restraint.

‘Why should I?’ Shruti countered.

‘You called Nisha.  I know it. I have told you many times to stay away from my office.’

‘What are you talking about?’ Shruti asked innocently. Continue reading