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!
As the clouds part and the rains pour unannounced, I see you running into the bus shelter for cover. The consternation on your face is evident, as you squeeze yourself daintily, into the tiny shelter, acutely aware of curious stares from the dank-smelling, dripping lot who have already chosen it as their safe haven from … Continue reading The Waiting
PS : This blog post is in response to the daily Post's one-word prompt - Plop The chemistry textbook lay open on page 154 , Chapter 8 - Colour Changing Experiments. She watches poker faced as her excited eight year old adds the liquid phenolphthalein into the glass of water, painstakingly , not wanting … Continue reading Plop!
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.
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..
The milky chai frothed and bubbled over in the blackened kettle, placed over the kerosene stove. With nimble fingers, the boy threw in a dash of crushed ginger, a cinnamon stick and a couple of cardamom flakes. The heady aroma of a perfectly brewed masala chai brought in the early morning walkers from Rajaji park … Continue reading Burn