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Friends with Benefits?: #FridayFotoFiction

Friends with Benefits?: #FridayFotoFiction

We’d known each other since high school. Friends with benefits they called us. But that was far from the truth. We stuck to each other in good times and bad times alike. When Richard lost his mother, I spent endless days and nights by his side, reassuring him everything would be all right. He knew he could count on me.

Loveless: #FridayFictioneers

Loveless: #FridayFictioneers

  It’s yet another dark, dreary morning. I wonder why the nights aren’t endless. Then the sinister mornings wouldn’t return. These gloomy mornings remind me of my vulnerabilities, and give me no choice but to face this loveless world squarely; everyday.

The Jungle Ride : #FridayFictioneers

The Jungle Ride : #FridayFictioneers

  The sun was dipping into the horizon, leaving behind streaks of burnt orange as the grey, candy flossed clouds tried hard to camouflage them. Al and I had decided to go for a quick drive to the Aravalli hills, that lazily lay sprawled around our urban jungle. We were hoping to spot some peacocks, jackals, or nilgais, as they headed into the hilly jungles, after a day’s feasting. Our SUV rumbled along the hilly terrain. Al suddenly braked hard,…

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Ruminating by the Ruins: #FridayFictioneers

Ruminating by the Ruins: #FridayFictioneers

   Naysa and Nolan have been married for a week now and are honeymooning in Scotland. They are out sightseeing. These ruins haven’t caught the eyes of many a tourists. The couple heard about them from their friends who are locals. The ruins stand out in all their splendour, adorned by the lush, luxuriant greens that have stealthily crept their way into the walls, notwithstanding the harsh weather. Naysa lies on her back, wistfully gazing at the sky. The azure…

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A Sky Full of Stars : #Friday Fictioneers

A Sky Full of Stars : #Friday Fictioneers

      They are basking in the stunning glory of a sky full of stars.  Akram pours a third glass of Cabernet Sauvignon into Enya’s glass. Enya, slightly tipsy giggles, as Akram gently pushes her  locks behind her ear and kisses the nape of her neck. They first met, as gangly teenagers. Enya was a new at school and Akram was a grade senior. He took her on a school tour and what happened thereafter is history. Fifty odd years…

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Mystery Of the Flowers: #FridayFictioneers

Mystery Of the Flowers: #FridayFictioneers

      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 Amanda on the forehead. “Hi darling, you got the flowers. Great! Wow, who’s the other one from?” Amanda shrugs her shoulders. At that very moment…

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The Connection : #FridayFictioneers

The Connection : #FridayFictioneers

      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 to and cherish, every single day. Today when he calls Anna, a male voice answers the phone, “Hello!”

Rendezvous: #FridayFictioneers

Rendezvous: #FridayFictioneers

      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. 

#FridayFotoFiction : Past Present

#FridayFotoFiction : Past Present

  PAST PRESENT The luminous sky powdered with tufts of grey, candy-floss clouds hover over the ancient mansion. The mansion and it’s picturesque surroundings are now a tourist spot. Visitors here take idyllic boat rides and lovers serenade each other, in the verdant gardens. Some come to listen to the undying tale of love that came to a tragic end; amidst tears and gore, over a hundred years ago. Every evening, a figure sits on the railing by the lake, watching…

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#FridayFotoFiction #13: Heir

#FridayFotoFiction #13: Heir

  #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 come revisiting me as I stand gazing at the derelict remains of Baba’s Haveli. I have dreams of reviving the Haveli, by starting a school…

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