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TWO DOWN THREE TO GO: #Fiction #GuestPost #Blogiversary

Two Down Three to Go: Priya Bajpai "I have killed a man!" Sitting on the couch, with her eyes closed, she calmly whispers. I look at her hands to see if they are trembling. This is the first time I hear a murder confession.  I tell myself that I need to tread cautiously. Disha has … Continue reading TWO DOWN THREE TO GO: #Fiction #GuestPost #Blogiversary

Fond Farewell: #FridayFotoFiction #GuestPost #Blogiversary

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 … Continue reading Fond Farewell: #FridayFotoFiction #GuestPost #Blogiversary

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NatashaMusing is Turning Two! : #Blogiversary #AmWriting

Yes! we are turning two!! And I'm bringing in my blogiversary celebrations this year with a big bang. This announcement is tad late, but believe you me I was having a whale of a time, most of the day, today at the Delhi Times Literary Festival. I know I should have scheduled this post, but … Continue reading NatashaMusing is Turning Two! : #Blogiversary #AmWriting

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Grandpa’s Clock: #FridayFictioneers

  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 … Continue reading Grandpa’s Clock: #FridayFictioneers

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Moon Boon: #FridayFictioneers

 Photo Credits: Gah Learner moon boonThe 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 … Continue reading Moon Boon: #FridayFictioneers

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Ivanka’s Land: #Fiction #FFAW

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 … Continue reading Ivanka’s Land: #Fiction #FFAW

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Hugs and Kisses: #Fiction #FFAW

hugs and kisses It's a balmy July afternoon. The fever refuses to abate. Ten-year-old Kate has no other choice, but to play Tic-tac-toe, all by herself. After all Mommy is busy finishing her blog post for the day. Lyka and Leah, the furry girls are grabbing their afternoon snooze and Watson, her twin brother is … Continue reading Hugs and Kisses: #Fiction #FFAW

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Buddies in Arms: #Fiction

Buddies in Arms Carla and Susan are kindergarten buddies. Now in their mid- sixties, nothing has changed between them. Not even their penchant for taking long walks, come rain or shine. Carla with her umbrella, Susan in her sun hat; just the way they had been as two gangly teenagers. It's no surprise, that they have … Continue reading Buddies in Arms: #Fiction

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Rain and Its After Effects: #WriteBravely

Rain and Its After Effects: #Writebravely #writetribefestivalofwordSjune2018   It poured all of last night. The rains finally lashed Gurgaon with unfettered fury, giving the parched residents of our millennial city a much-needed respite from the sweltering summers. I was awake beyond midnight, listening to the rhythmic pitter patter of the rains, which would suddenly rise up … Continue reading Rain and Its After Effects: #WriteBravely

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Last Song of the Dusk: #WriteBravely

Last Song of the Dusk: #WriteBRAVELY #WRITETRIBEFESTIVALOFWORDSJUNE2018   At twenty-one who would have known that leukaemia would ravage Antara's being, reducing her to a bag of bones.  It was hard to fathom that the bubbly, effervescent Antara, always brimming with joie de vivre; was now counting her last days. But not without a plan at … Continue reading Last Song of the Dusk: #WriteBravely