Remember that morning when the smog blotted the golden sun with its pall of gloom. When the vapours of your steaming hot cuppa faded into the oblivion. When the dwindling air quality in your urban dwelling blurred the destruction caused by Covid. Remember that morning when the sweet autumn fragrance was replaced by a… Read More Remember?: #Fiction #FlashFiction
The stage is on fire, as Jackson Maine belts one score after another. The audience is cheering non-stop, gyrating to the glorious moments. The atmosphere is phenomenally charged. Ally is nervous as hell. It’s her first performance ever, to a packed audience of over ten-thousand. Never in her wildest dreams had she… Read More A Star is Born: #FridayFictioneers #FridayFotoFiction
The beaches are bustling. It’s business as usual. They were shut for two long years, as the pandemic continued to wreck havoc. Things have begun to ease out. People have slowly, but surely mustered the courage to travel and visit public places. The masks are still intact, not so much the social distancing! The crowds… Read More Business as Usual: #FridayFictioneers #FridayFotoFiction
OM’s Birthday: Damyanti Biswas The trees on the distant hillside changed from dark shapes to green as he watched, a morning ritual for the last few years. He coughed, inhaling bitter, fragrant smoke, the air of the Himalayan foothills no match for the dozen or so cigarettes and the occasional cigar he smoked every… Read More Om’s Birthday: #Fiction #Blogiversary #GuestPost
Live Aid Concert, a fund raiser for the Ethiopian famine 13 July, 1985 Wembley Stadium, London Organisers: Bob Geldof and Midge Ure
In Cathy’s kitchenette, the pots and pans, the colanders and rolling pin hang loosely suspended, from a rack on the ceiling. They make for a unique sight, always grabbing eyeballs.
Ivanka’s Land The bus trundles down the countryside, as the mist cloaks itself against the picket fences, partially blurring the view of the ruins and that one odd cottage that stands graciously, in the middle of nowhere. “Stop, please. I need to get off here,” hollers Ivanka from her bus seat. “Here?” says the bus… Read More Ivanka’s Land: #Fiction #FFAW
Dadu’s Temple Tales We roam around the streets of Katwa without a care in the world, without any qualms and baggages of our city bred life. We left the city lights, to soak in the pristine simplicity of this lazy town that lies sprawled by the banks of the river Ganges. Dadu grew up in… Read More Dadu’s Temple Tales: #Fiction
Istanbul, 1970 Every night they sat huddled under the exquisite lamppost erected by the Turkish noble. They were a bunch of homeless vagabonds. The lamppost was a witness to imaginary tales, true adventures and some silly, inane anecdotes. On lucky days, they shared piping hot tea and leftover bread, handed over by some generous… Read More Bosphorous: #FridayFictioneers
“I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas,” Vivian hummed, as the barren tree outside the living room window stared back at her. The icicles lent it a certain character, though.