Where’s Papa?

Nina ate with her mouth closed, took care that very few crumbs fell on the table around her plate. She did her homework on time. She even cleaned her room.

It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered.

Papa did not return home early. Not even after she called him to tell him about her best behaviour.

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Four days! She hadn’t seen Papa for four long days. He came after she slept. And went to the office before she woke up.

She decided to catch him tonight. She wouldn’t sleep that night. Not early at any rate.

“No,” she said when mommy tried to force her into bed. “It won’t matter if you switch off the TV. I’ll just sit staring at it.”

At 8.30 she started fidgeting. Nobody worked at office till 8.30, did they? She stifled a yawn, and played with Smelly, her teddy. At 8.45, she had to physically pull her eyelids, so that they didn’t close. No use. The next thing she knew, it was 9; she was in her bed, and Papa already gone to work for the day.

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She would catch him before he left. Waking up in the morning was easy. During school days, she woke up at 7.30. She would do it now. She set up an alarm clock for 4 O’ clock. No way Papa would ever leave before that.

Tears trickled down her cheeks the next morning, when her mum said, “why would you set up the alarm at 4? Your poor father couldn’t sleep after it woke him.”

If her Papa couldn’t sleep, the least he could have done was wake her up.

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This was a part of my assignment at a Flash Fiction Workshop. The task was to write three paragraphs/incidents which could be interchanged chronologically.

Let me know whether you like it or not. Your encouragement makes my day, and criticism makes my writing 🙂

Alone with nature

Bliss at Kala Dungar
Kala Dungar, Kutch

Solitude gives birth to the original in us, to beauty unfamiliar and perilous – to poetry.
― Thomas Mann

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Everyone is born different

Born different
Some are born to love;
Some are born for passion.

He might love the feel of breeze;
She creates a cyclone.
While some people live their lives,
Others need to feel alive.

Not everyone runs the same race,
Not even for the same reason.
Some covet the shiny trophy;
Others like the roadside scene.

While some aim for lofty goals,
Some just want the thrill of chase.
Not all wish to settle down,
Some are born to run free.

© (2017) Kiran Acharya

The Splendid Statue

The Splendid Statue
The misery of the sculpture… 😢 

The changing walls of Thane

Wall-e-art

The dull walls of Thane have become vibrant, and lively. The new TMC initiative “Paint walls, beautify city” has brought together artists to paint murals depicting nature, history, and culture on the walls of the city. The beautiful murals around the city walls have added a much-needed artistic touch to the bland concrete jungle. Continue reading The changing walls of Thane

The past

her past
When the past refuses to shut up…

Book Review: Songs of the Mist

Book:  Songs of the Mist

Author: Shashi

Publisher: Notion Press (2016)

Paperback: 241 pages

Genre: Spiritual

Rating:4.2/5

Book review: Songs of the mist
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Book Description:

A life, less ordinary made extraordinary by the search for the divinity within. Tracing the journeys of people from varied professions, this is a tale of self-discovery, the science of spirituality and long-lost love while a young scientist comes to terms with his childhood dreams.
Join an uplifting narrative crafted by Shashi as he takes you on a journey with the Monk- high on the mountains and in depths of broken hearts.

Continue reading Book Review: Songs of the Mist

Pink

Flower

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A haiku

gone with the deluge…

dusty window-pane drawings

childhood mementos

© 2016 Kiran Acharya