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
Love is… The fall colours are surreal. The morning hour hinges on hope, romance and fresh air. Their fingers and hearts intertwined. The reckless, youthful hormones rage a storm outside. The pedestrian looks at them discerningly. “Utterly brash public display of affection. Tch! Tch!” “Love is irrational. Love is unkind. Love… Read More Love is…: #FridayFictioneers #FridayFotoFiction
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
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
Ed and Jane had put all their life savings in erecting their two storey home. When typhoon Katrina lashed their city, their warm, cosy hearth was reduced to a dilapidated structure. The kids refused to live their anymore. They said it reminded them of that fateful day. But there was more to it than meets… Read More Redemption: #FridayFictioneers
“Hey Philipe! Guess what, the Art Fair is on this Sunday.” “Date?” says Matt, rather mysteriously over the phone. It has been over a fortnight since they last spoke. Their squabbles had become way too frequent, so they were taking time away.