Story # 1: Amanda returns from work, to her new home to see two pretty bouquets adorning the dining table. The dainty one reads, “To the worlds most gorgeous woman, love you more-Rohit” The note on bigger bouquet reads, “From your Secret Admirer” Amanda is flummoxed. Rohit walks in and kisses …
For Ron, it’s a challenge to make ends meet, so a personal phone is totally out of question. His girl friend, Anna lives in Johor Bharu, while he lives in Singapore. At 7, every day evening, Ron goes to the nearest MRT station to call her. A time they both look forward …
10:22 A.M.: Aamir sits at the wheel; brash and oozing confidence. Though in his late twenties, he sports a salt and pepper stubble. His crooked nose stands out amidst his Greek-God like jaw line.
PAST PRESENT The luminous sky powdered with tufts of grey, candy-flossed clouds hover over the ancient mansion. The mansion and it’s picturesque surroundings are now a tourist spot, where visitors take idyllic boat rides and lovers serenade each other, amongst the verdant gardens. Some come to listen to the undying tale of love that came …
#Fridayfotofiction: week #13 – heir HIER The peals of laughter echo through the baronial walls, the fragrance of roasted Littis wafts from the courtyard, Maa serves Baba and Dadi supper; her pallu securely draped over her head, Veeru and I lie on the straw, gazing at the billion stars; all these flashes of memories …
#fridayfotofcition: #week 11 Valuable? Grandpa gifted the typewriter to her on her 40th. He was an acclaimed author of 11 books. On plants and diseases, on the Green Revolution that had taken the country by storm in the early 60s. He had stayed awake many moons, painstakingly typing all the research and work. …
#FRIDAYfotofiction #week 10 UNREQUITED The mist rolling tea gardens always transported Arpita to another world. A world, where there were no worries, just gaiety, playful abandon, enveloped in the love of Ma-Baba, Aboni Kaka and Junmoi Didi who managed the sprawling estate home with perfection. The gardens were a family heirloom, nurtured over decades. …
#Fridayfotofiction: #week 9 freedom The unabated snow wasn’t making it any easier. We had migrated to a warmer climate. Here the woods were dark and dense. A thicket of flora covered the forest. The sun barely pierced it’s way through. But it felt safer and cosier. We thought we were sorted for this winter. Little did …
#FridayFotoFiction: #Week8 BARREN A vacuous air of silence had enveloped Deerwood drive. The benches were lying barren. Not a bird in sight, let alone people. A disaster had befallen upon this lovely clearing. A bunch of cold hearted miscreants had ruthlessly massacred the visitors of this park-octogenarians, children, lovers, joggers, dogs and their walkers and …