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

The midnight visitor (flash fiction)

I tossed around in my bed, sweating profusely despite it being winter! I was only 6, and looking for my favourite toy. Only, I couldn’t remember what it was! I searched every shelf, every cupboard. I wish I knew what it was that I was looking for. I wish I had someone to tell me. Daddy? Grandma? My friends? I looked around. They stared at me with a blank , almost confused expression. When I could bear it no more, I burst into tears. Or was I crying already? I couldn’t make out. It was then that a hand touched my … Continue reading The midnight visitor (flash fiction)

Long overdue – Bagful of peanuts and more

This happened a couple of months ago, and I only remembered to write about it now (thanks to my friends on an online community). Remember the innovative ‘Blogsplash’ conducted by Fiona Robyn (author of ‘The Most Beautiful Thing’)? My contribution to the Blogsplash was a little story about a touching incident that took place on my last trip to India. I’m very glad to say that of all the entries, mine was chosen as the top entry! I’m very happy about this, particularly because it was the gesture of one humble man that has moved people (across the globe) to … Continue reading Long overdue – Bagful of peanuts and more

A bagful of peanuts

Every now and then, something beautiful comes my way to show me that Life is the greatest humbler!  For instance, all of you (my regular readers) know I have been in India during the Easter break. I usually carry bundles of old clothes (in great condition) to give away to maids/helpers back home. This time again, I took a box of clothes and my mum distributed it among some regular helpers. One particular shirt was slightly over-sized and hardly used, and we decided to give it to our fruit-seller for one of his three sons. He accepted it with his usual … Continue reading A bagful of peanuts

Sparkling eyes – 55 word fiction

Pick-up time. The children chattered excitedly, as rains lashed. A little girl quietly waited for Nanny. ‘Sofia!’ She looked up, surprised. Her eyes sparkled. She ran and hugged the woman. The woman pushed her away. ‘I only came because its raining. Can’t come everyday Ok?’ she snapped. ‘Yes Mummy’ Sofia nodded. The sparkle had disappeared. PS: I actually witnessed this incident when I went to collect my son from school this evening (names have been changed.. rather, assumed). One moment, the little girl was so excited. The next moment, it was all gone. Like a balloon had been deflated. I wonder how … Continue reading Sparkling eyes – 55 word fiction

A cup of tea – a set of 55-ers – fiction

This post is published as an entry for the KING AND QUEEN OF 55F CONTEST – The first ever unique, challenge for the coveted title in micro fiction category. To catch the crowning moments and also be part of future editions and other contests, visit and register at Cafe GingerChai Rules of the contest: You have to write a set of three 55F. The first two sets should be a story on its own. The  two stories should  climax / conclude / inter-twine in the third set of 55F. The story could be of any genre i.e, love, crime, mystery … Continue reading A cup of tea – a set of 55-ers – fiction

Truth and Peace (55-er)

His eyes followed her longingly. She flitted away. His heart ached. Ached so much, that it jolted him out of his recurring dream. Awake, he turned towards the woman sleeping beside him. The soft snores of his children in the next room. This, was his truth. He sighed, wondering when he would find his peace.       To read my other 55-word-fiction, please click here. If you are bolder than that, and want to read my flash fiction, please click here. Continue reading Truth and Peace (55-er)