A short story

It was a quiet Thursday afternoon. An unassuming writer sat at his table with a pen in the hand and few blank pages in front of him. There was an open window before him with white curtains which let just the right amount of light inside his room. The window gave him a clear view of the street. Beside him was a book rack with three compartments- two of those filled with his favourite books and one which had books written by him. And above these were his numerous awards neatly stacked. He liked sitting before the window, get a view of the world outside, and this had always been an inspiration for him to write. He put on his black, thick framed spectacles and looked down at the sheet, just when a fly sat on it. He made a gesture to shoo it away from the hand he was holding his pen with. The fly was back on the sheet of paper once again. He stared at the fly this time and a sense of wonder filled him as he watched its swift yet delicate movements, and the shadow promptly following it everywhere it moved. A moment so captivating was ruined when the fly flew away. All that was now there were its invisible footprints on the paper and the awe he experienced in this insignificant event. Restlessness crawled in and he was left with a longing for that experience to have lasted a moment more. “And this is how I want my readers to feel when they read my books.” he said, got up and pushed away the chair making a creaking noise. He put his glasses down on the table and said, “I’m not there yet."

Drabble

He woke up from a deep sleep. He looked at the clock and it read 6.28am. “Ah! Just 2 more minutes for the alarm to go off”, he said and sulked. However, it was his wedding day. He rose up thinking about all the exciting things that awaited him that day. His beautiful bride, fun, friends, food and the wine and about all the other happy things in the world.
As soon as the alarm went off, he hit the snooze button- “Real happiness is this! Things can wait for another 10 mins!”, he said and drifted off to sleep.

Win-win! - Drabble

He loved counting. Money in his pocket, countdown at the traffic signal, people on the street, computers in an office, books in the library etc. He even died at the hospital counting the drips and his heart beats. He was stopped at the common entrance to hell and heaven. Heaven decided he wasn’t fit to be there, as he had never done anything good to anyone. Hell had a similar argument. They wouldn’t take him in, as he had never done anything bad to others either. He sat outside all day counting the number of people entering hell and heaven.

Ordinaire

in the deliciousness
of being ordinary
i forget
to live

55er

She was the master of the art of stopping. She always knew when to stop- when to stop laughing, when to stop listening, when to stop eating, when to stop speaking and so on. Soon it grew into a problem. She did not know when to stop stopping and one summer afternoon while she was

Drabble- Not every dog man has his day

He invented ‘Tomorrow Machine’ which could take him to tomorrow. It also had a special feature which could take him to ‘yesterday’. All set, he pushed the ‘take me to tomorrow’ button. The day was tomorrow. He was proud of being a genius. Having enjoyed his tomorrow already, he decided to travel back. He pushed ‘Go back to yesterday’ button and found himself in ‘yesterday’. There was a problem, the machine had taken him to today’s yesterday instead of tomorrow’s yesterday which is today. Genius had to now choose to live yesterday or tomorrow for the rest of his life

Drabble - Lost and found

It was 2 in the morning when the spaceship landed in the playground opposite to his house. He was thrilled to see the spaceship; more thrilled as he was the only one seeing it for the obvious reason that everyone else was asleep. when he saw the aliens come out, he took his camera with him and walked to the playground. He clicked their pictures as all he wanted was a proof that they exist and they were right there. All they wanted was a proof that they visited earth. People saw the proof next day. So did the aliens.

Drabble

It was Sunday. Well, It didn’t matter to him if it was a Sunday or not.
He went to the kitchen and stood staring. There was blood all over. On the shelf doors, the oven, the utensils. He let out a gasp.
Just then the phone rang in the living room. He walked up to the phone.
“Hello” he said. It was his friend on the other end. “Hey what’s up? Meet up for dinner tonight?” friend asked.
“Well, I’m not sure. Seems like a busy day ahead. Got to fix up last night’s mess.” The zombie said to another.

55er

“Coffee honey, I’m tired.” She said without looking away from the television.
She didn’t get a response neither did she get the coffee she had asked for.

“Aaargh!” she exclaimed. She got up from the sofa, walked to the kitchen.

“This is the ONLY thing I hate about being my own better half!” said the narcissist.

Drabble

She always wanted to experience death and now she thought she was. She pinched herself and laughed thinking its too simple a trick to know the truth. She was trapped in her own absurd thoughts.
She saw her puppy roam around, stop and stare at her. “Maybe I’m still alive. Or the puppy is dead too?” Emotions whirled all around her.
She got a gun, shot a few rounds in the air like a furious cowboy who has lost all his senses. She pointed it to her head and the trigger was made to do what it is meant to

Fireflies

Fireflies at night
mistaken to be stars creating an illusion,
like the horizon which is real
yet not.

Those were the stars which could be reached,
and held in hand.
but weren’t, as they were perceived
as delusive

Like my love which is around
but perceived to be an illusion.
Like me who am real
yet not.

55er

With a heavy heart he sat on the chair and said, “Yet another beginning!”
He was unsure of his endurance this time. The ‘beginning’ was extremely monotonous to hold on to. More tempting, he sensed, were the consequences of not being part of that ‘beginning’.
He finally gave in, caught forty winks during the lecture.

One kiss please!

My latest passion...food!

I admit that I wasn’t much of a foodie a few months ago. It’s quite a recent change...hmm very recent I must say. So yeah, that’s one of the reasons I am subject to more of food joints and other places these days.
I had been to a chat centre or corner or whatever it’s called- this place. It wasn’t my first visit to that place but for the first time it was my turn to get (read as fight for) the coupons and (once again fight for) the food to be carefully delivered to me.

55er

He is old, sings on the streets. He entertains the kids who later are sternly dragged away by their parents.
I still see him on the same street after all these years, minus his excitement that has gone astray.
The only thing that is left with him is the bowl, which has been his forever.

55er

It was drizzling. The window pane gathered tiny droplets of water. She sat inside watching the rain, pointed out her finger at a droplet on the pane and followed till it accumulated more droplets on its way and crawled down. Did it yet again.

If only her frozen emotions could flow out like the droplets.

....down the stream

"Where am I?" He said aloud. He heard nothing but his echoing voice. He was wounded badly and was wet. "Am I dead? Is this celestial world?" He screamed again. Nothing but echo and the sound of gently flowing water. The place had an unpleasant smell. It was dark but he could see a ray of light up above. He asked,"God? That's you?"

The flow of light was disturbed when a face peeped. “God? Where is your halo?" He wondered.
'God' spoke, "Are you okay? I’m gonna get some help. Look out for manholes on roads next time mister!"

A combat story

It was midnight. After a tiring day at work he was ready for a good night’s sleep when the canine war began on the street. He waited for it to end but the wait only got longer. His whining and frowns didn’t affect the brutality of the war.

Sun arose and the war ended. The dogs were tired after a long exhilarating episode and needed to rest. The morning clatter started and disturbed them and the lads on street never let them sleep. They howled and barked but it never affected the humans who were busy in their own world.

Drabble 4

It was the house where she spent her childhood. It was now the only thing that made her feel closer to her parents, the only thing which could take her back to her childhood. How much they loved her, how much she loved them. She walked through the hallway and found a dust covered photograph on a dust covered piano.

She held the photo and said ' How I Wish some things could remain the same forever.'

She sat at the piano, dusted it. She ran her fingers over the keys. It sounded beautiful- as it did 20 years ago.

A masterpiece

Tried hand at drabbling. Now time for some 55 word fiction.

He held the brush in his hand and stared at the blank white canvas in front of him. With colours on the palette he said, "Today, You will take me where I want to be. You will make me what I ever desired to be."

He had started to paint, with his eyes, his Dreams.

Drabble 3

Tiny drops of tears slid down to the pillow as she lay on her bed and stared at the fan circling above her. She cried to herself, ‘How can I sleep when I don’t see your eyes looking at me anymore? How can I sleep without your arms beside me to wrap myself in? How? How can I sleep when I don’t feel your warm breath in my hair? How can I sleep...? How can I...? How..?
She had stopped and slowly was on her way to the beautiful world of dream and blades of the fan continued to circle.