The Harris family is on a much awaited road trip to the mountains. Winding roads, giggly twins, the eighteen year-old playing Watermelon Sugar on a loop, while Mrs. Harris lovingly passes around the cookies and sandwiches she has meticulously packed. Mr. Harris deftly steers his van to the much awaited destination. The breathtaking snow… Read More The Road Trip: #FridayFictioneers
The night was ripe. Smoke freely mingled with teen spirit. “Let’s drive to the terraces, and watch the sunrise,” suggested Tony. “Who the heck wants to watch sunrises, when we can spend the night grabbing a few more beers!” retorted Liz. “Liz don’t be a spoilt sport,” grimaced Marissa. “Come Marissa, we’ll go,”… Read More A Night to Remember: #FridayFictioneers
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
Moira has stationed herself seductively on the chaise. The air hinges on love and smokes. It’s his first time. He won’t do anyone but her. Love’s true calling, as they say. “Paint my Love” plays in the background. She is no Mona Lisa, and he no Da Vinci. But the easel and paints are… Read More Paint My Love: #FridayFictioneers #FridayFotoFiction
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
Families enjoy spending time with each other, at the Grand Hotel. It’s a perfect staycation when the melt down takes a toll. An excuse to break away from the madness of the city. Or one such thing. The blast is earth shattering. Maligned bodies lie strewn in the rubble. The grandeur razed to ground… Read More Unleashed: #FridayFictioneers
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