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Om’s Birthday: #Fiction #Blogiversary #GuestPost

Om’s Birthday: #Fiction #Blogiversary #GuestPost

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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 day. His gaze stayed on the hill opposite, where mist rose around tiny homes nestled amid trees. Somewhere under the sloped bright-red roof of the…

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The Show Must Go On: #FridayFictioneers

The Show Must Go On: #FridayFictioneers

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Live Aid Concert, a fund raiser for the Ethiopian famine 13 July, 1985 Wembley Stadium, London Organisers: Bob Geldof and Midge Ure

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Cathy’s Kitchenette : #FridayFictioneers

Cathy’s Kitchenette : #FridayFictioneers

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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.

Fond Farewell: #FridayFotoFiction #GuestPost #Blogiversary

Fond Farewell: #FridayFotoFiction #GuestPost #Blogiversary

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FOND FAREWELL: Keith Hillman   When my mobile rings and I see my friend Rosey’s name on the screen, I know to hold the device a couple of inches away from my ear to lessen the pain of her shrieking greeting! But yesterday it was different. I heard nothing. At first, I assumed she’d pressed a wrong button and cancelled the call; she’s still not completely got the hang of her fancy new Apple Pip’ as she calls it. I…

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Grandpa’s Clock: #FridayFictioneers

Grandpa’s Clock: #FridayFictioneers

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  Every time Ma sang Hickory Dickory Dock, I thought of Grandpa’s grand old clock. In my head a gigantic mouse would stealthily climb Grandpa’s clock. It would then twirl around in a tango with the little man playing the drums.   Many moons have transcended time and tide. I’m back to Grandpa’s crumbling mansion.  Grandpa ain’t around anymore, nor his clock. “Where is Grandpa’s cherished clock?” I ask the caretaker. “Oh! The British gifted Grandpa that clock. They claimed it…

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Moon Boon: #FridayFictioneers

Moon Boon: #FridayFictioneers

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 Photo Credits: Gah Learner moon boon The Airbnb accommodation is way beyond their expectations. A pristine view, overlooking the stunning Mt. Edna and a radiant moon glistening in all its glory. The fine sheers, and the ornate furniture exude love and warmth. Kaveri lies sprawled on the floral chaise, devouring the new Khaled Hosseini novel. Trisha sits by the window, a smug smile plastered over her delicate features. She sips on her Pinot Noir, while wishing upon a falling star….

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Yearning for Briare: #FridayFictioneers

Yearning for Briare: #FridayFictioneers

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  A long Easter weekend is the perfect excuse to get away from our frenetic Parisian life. Pierre has meticulously chosen Briare, as our destination. I can’t wait to lay my eyes on Canal de Briare, the oldest canal in the world that runs almost thirty meters above the spectacular river Loire.

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Redemption: #FridayFictioneers

Redemption: #FridayFictioneers

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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 the eye. The occasional sightings under their bed. Their door creaking open at 3 A.M. They had endured it silently, knowing their overtly pragmatic parents…

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Wheels of Time: #FridayFictioneers

Wheels of Time: #FridayFictioneers

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I have been off the loop for a while, yes. Multiple things occupying my mind space. I’m not planing to quit blogging! Heck no. 🙂 That’s what keeps my sanity intact, you see. A few things need my attention more at this point of time, therefore the dwindling posts. Though I wrote Friday Fictioneers on Friday itself, but I was traveling, so couldn’t post earlier than this. Meanwhile, I’m going to be writing my #MondayMusings post in a day or two,…

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Bedazzled: #FridayFictioneers

Bedazzled: #FridayFictioneers

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“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.