Honey, I was wrong!

Aparna took off her sunglasses and squinted as she looked up the sorry looking building, scanning the maze of peeling signboards until she spotted the one  she was looking for. ‘Mastermind Detective Agency – Mr. Govindan Nair, Investigative Detective.’, the board read, followed by a ridiculously long list of educational qualifications of questionable authenticity. The … Continue reading Honey, I was wrong!

The Loveliness of Innocence.

How would you define the innocence of childhood? Perhaps it is the laughter of a young child at play, singing and dancing, as if no one was watching. Or the ability to speak your mind out without any pretense or sugar-coating, unmindful of the consequences . Or the blind trust in the goodness of people. … Continue reading The Loveliness of Innocence.

The Scarecrow..

This post is in response to  the photo prompt by Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. The fields of corn, golden in the daylight, with its ridiculously dippy scarecrow, looked desolate in the moonlight. ‘Swish-swash, Swish-swash.’ She clomped through the hazy maze, under the weak starlight. Teary-eyed, muttering to herself ,‘’ No,no, it can’t be, He’s just … Continue reading The Scarecrow..