Chup, bad girl

****** ‘Bad uncle…’ the child whispers, shifting uneasily. Mother glances at Neighbour – kind and respectable. No, he wouldn’t!! She nudges her 6-year old irritably, ‘Chup*… Bad girl!‘ ****** (An attempt to tell a story in Haiku form) Innumerable cases of child abuse are not stopped simply because we do not believe our children enough. We brush their fears aside, thinking they are baseless. They aren’t. They never are. If a child feels that there is ‘something wrong’ or ‘something bad’ – a touch, a comment, or even a look…  that just makes him/her feel uncomfortable, but is unable to express it, it is … Continue reading Chup, bad girl

Reverend Father

The Principal of a boys only school. He was jovial, old and respectable. The boys loved him. The parents respected him immensely. He was after all, ‘Reverend Father’. He was kind to the boys, and insisted on meeting the friends and relatives of the boys. So every fun-fair day, or ‘fancy fete’ day, as it was called in those times, the boys would take their sisters and their friends to show them around the school. Rev. Father would call them into his room. Brightly-lit, spacious room, the shelves respectably lined with thick volumes. The children loved the room. It was, … Continue reading Reverend Father

Friday Frolic – Take a guess

Come Friday, and here’s another challenge for you!! For the first time ever, my brat uttered those three precious words!!! The three words that made my heart flip. Why me? It would make any woman elated!! Just as he was getting ready for school, he stood at the door, stared at me very intently, then said……. *** *** *** So proud of you, sonny boy!! So folks, guess what he said!! Comment moderation is not on, so you can guess or copy, but atleast edit before you paste 😉 Happy Weekend, everyone!! 🙂 EDITED TO ADD…. Thanks girls and boys … Continue reading Friday Frolic – Take a guess

Past Promises, Forgotten Futures (Fiction)

*** If you happen to like my post, Pliss to Vote on Indiblogger, here: http://www.indiblogger.in/indipost.php?post=34664 *** Thanks 🙂 *** ========================== (This is purely a work of fiction, but I believe this is what most women go through at some point in life! Some survive it, while many don’t get to ever live their dreams. I hope this post will act as a catalyst to those who fall in the latter category.) ‘Cngrts!’ – the phone beeped with this simple message. She stared at it, rather uncertainly. Who was this from? What were the ‘congratulations‘ for? Try as she might, she … Continue reading Past Promises, Forgotten Futures (Fiction)

The reticent (flash fiction)

Reticent. That is what best describes me. Probably. My mum would have found the right word. Had she been around. Infact, had she not left, I would probably not be – reticent. She was wonderful – my mother. I don’t remember her being pretty. Nor attractive. But when she came to collect me from school, my friends would spot her bulky frame, run towards her to greet her. They would tell her about what they did in the classroom that day. She would be all smiles. Crows-feet around her eyes. Yes, that’s what I remember most about her. When she … Continue reading The reticent (flash fiction)

A for appal, B for ball

R’s school serves the kids a few pieces of fruit every day, at snack time. Milk too, which R promptly pours out into some other child’s tumbler! Fruit, he eats, I presume! Every day, I ask him the same question: ‘What did you eat today?’ And every day, he gives me the same answer: ‘Appal‘. Today was slightly different. This is how:- Me: What did you eat today? R: Appal. A for Appal. Me: Wow! (Clearly impressed, that the school is teaching him to relate alphabet to objects) R: B for Ball. Me – excited, wanting to hear more!: Well … Continue reading A for appal, B for ball