Category Archives: Flash fiction

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 🙂

The start of a vacation

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A stray golden curl sliding down his forehead, pale blue eyes, and a cherubic face gave Mark an angelic look. On any other day, he’d look innocent with neatly pressed shirt, and pants. Not today. His golden hair had already turned brown, the sand flying around him as he shook his head. His cream shirt, now buff was wrinkled, and untucked. The pants were probably brown to start with, so it’s hard to know the extent of the damage it suffered. Streaks of dirt graced his face along with a satisfied smile. The scrapes on his elbows showed signs of bleeding. He bore them with fortitude of a knight. Continue reading The start of a vacation

A visit to the museum

Coconut trees

And these,” Miss Claire, the history teacher, said pointing at a big painting on the wall, “are the trees. In that corner, you can see a three-dimensional model.”

Some kids rushed to the corner to see how a real tree would have looked.

Miss, what did the trees do?” Reema asked pushing up her glasses.

They gave Oxygen-” The teacher started.

Oxygen? You mean like our cylinders? They look heavy,” Ria asked, her eyes wide with apprehension.

How did people carry them?” Atul piped. Continue reading A visit to the museum

Her new friend

Her new friend at the mall

They all looked the same- sweet, and sincere – her future friends. That is the reason she came to the mall. Not to hang out with her old friends, but to make a new friend. Every Saturday night. Continue reading Her new friend

A walk in the dark

A walk in the dark
A dark night

She paid for the medicines, and left the chemist’s shop, which was opposite the bus stop. Until three months ago, when she travelled by bus, this was the same path she used. Her house was about fifteen minutes walk from here.

Today, she regretted sending away the auto-rickshaw as she traversed the familiar path. That incident changed every woman’s opinion of the area. The street no longer seemed safe.

Darkness had engulfed the entire lane, the dim street-lights barely providing enough light for her to see the road ahead. The shops in the area were closed for the night. Her mobile phone showed 10:30. It might as well be 12.30, she thought, staring at the pitch black night. Continue reading A walk in the dark

Once upon an evening sea

Once upon an evening sea

The shore:

As the evening set in, the boats turned towards the shore.

Soon, the coast filled with jolly fishermen, who boasted about their catch. All the colourful boats were brimming with mackerel, tuna, codfish.

All except one. Continue reading Once upon an evening sea

Birth of a flower

Birth of a flower
Flower in our garden.

When the first rays of the sun reached the earth this morning, I was born. I know, you are thinking it’s a lie. How can I be born today when you have been watching me grow all this time? Continue reading Birth of a flower