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A return gift : 55 fiction

“Happy Birthday! A gift for you” she said, blindfolding him.“You are my gift darling” he replied smiling, happy in the anticipation of gift.“It’s nothing compared to what you’ve given me darling”“Happy Birthday Sweetheart”He did away the blindfold. Her girlfriend was standing arms folded & next to her was his wife, infuriated.***P.S This is my first attempt to 55 fiction. I see that writing short has a different challenge coz if the plot is not clear everything goes for a toss. Hope it didn’t happened here. Let me know how you find it, tough I know that this is not a smart one but I pardon myself as it’s just the first time & I am going to try to write more & better.

Mi Premika

It would be dawn in few minutes.She picked her clothes and pushed open the carved wooden door. She started walking towards the river. It was dark with the moonlight sliding through the trees and lighting the dust and grass indistinctly. The insects that flew around were making brief appearance time to time as they flew through the discreet moonlight and darkness. Their fluttering made her smile. It was cold and pleasant. The birds were chirping in a wait for the break of light. The nocturnal insects beautifully complimenting with their harsh but monotonous creaking adjusting the gaps between the chirps. She kept walking. The rustling sound of the river could now be heard. It sent a refreshing fragrance with the wind. Today is Ravivar(Sunday), she thought and a gush of happiness ran through her. She took a deep breath. Ravivar, she thought again. She met Him, Krishna, everyday but ravivar was not like the other days. She found Krishna mystically associated with Ravivar, she didn't …


She door opened after the third bell. She backed a step after seeing the police. “Where’s the girl ?”, she shifted to make the way. The girl was in their sight now but went inside. “You will have to come with us”, she looked at him, the fear clear on her face. They left.

“We have got a complaint from Rao family that you beat your daughter after she married their son Rupesh. Is it true ?” No answer. “You also brought her back from their home against her wishes” They looked at each other, she, the mother was visibly frightened but the father seemed calm.

“No. Its all rubbish. We never hit our daughter. And she came back at her own will, we never forced her.She realized her mistake & she is repenting marrying that worthless Rao. Now can we go ?” “Hmm. But you’ll have to report here everyday. And tomorrow… bring your daughter with you”

The slap left mark on her face. She felt down with the force. “You brought us shame. How dare you marry that road romeo ? That bloody rascal” He kicked he…

Cipher – Part 2

The darkness grew before her eyes, the eyelids felt weary and heavy. Slowly the words began to drag until it sounded just burble and then the silence proclaimed. Continued from Part 1It was a close room, an ancient one, the furniture looked antic and the paint was worn. Her eyes wandered. Where I am ? How did I come here ? I was ...chanting, right ? She wobbled around looking for an exit. As she wrapped her hand around herself, she realised she was wearing a black cloak and the hood was pulled over her head. What's happening ? She was puzzled, and hell scared.Don’t dare, it was written, is all this all about that ? I am sure I am dreaming.... Zap, she heard a snapping sound, then saw just a blur, something passed too fast, fast for a human eye and then the next second it got still before her.  Someone was standing at ten feet from her. The room was dimly lit, making it difficult to identify the person. The person too was wearing a similar cloak.She didn’t move, she was curious to …

Cipher – Part 1

'Homicides on increase' the news was flashing, like it had been for past several days. She, Tina, was merely looking at the canteen TV, her mind wandering over some other thoughts. 'What is it ? Why are you so disturbed ?' her friend  asked her as she drank the juice. Chant the mantra ....We’ll follow...Join us...give your feeble body the charge and evil part of mind the creativity and experience the joy of freedom and cruelty. Nothing is more enjoyable than BLOOD!Tina held the letter forward to her friend. She read and burst out laughing. 'This ? You are worried of this ?', Tina's brows pulled together, with surprise and a bit fury. 'Swati, this isn't the first letter I got....' Tina replied, with startled voice that trailed silently as she completed the sentence. She looked really concerned. 'Just ignore. Really, just ignore. They are spam. Some bullsh* is doing that', Swati said watching her tone, trying to suppress her laughter. *** …

Do or Die

She brought the kanda-pohe* to the breakfast table. The whole family were waiting, to taste her dish. It was her second day post-marriage and the artillery was out.Mother-in-law wanted to know how her daughter-in-law cooks. ***Oh God! I should have been careful with the water in the poha. Did I add salt ? I don’t remember. Bad job Rupa, look at the family, joint family, you wanted…now get ready for the laugh…See…they are already smiling…they know it’s bad…ohh they are having their first bite…NO NO…i forgot to add salt…What’s this ? two mother-in-law…two Rupesh…(blinking)…ohh…they are disappearing. And so she fainted…*Kanda-pohe is a Maharashtrian dish. It’s prepared using paddy and onion. It’s prepared regularly in Marathi families and is essential recipe. If you prepare it well, then kudos.

You’ll never know - (Blog-a-ton 6)

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The trek was fun. Even tough five out of nine turned up, the whole trip got more enjoyable with the smaller group.  It was already 8 pm. I phoned home as I boarded the train to Mumbai. The most I hate is travelling alone. Since it was dark outside, even watching the passing scenery outside was out of option. So my eyes wandered in the train, trying to pick up anything interesting. Trains & passengers can be very entertaining, my experience says. I didn’t had to go far. The conversation next to me caught my interest. Two guys were talking in low voice. “You know, yesterday I met her. She came to return my books. I wanted to say it to her right away, but I was nervous”
“You are dumbass, see, if you don’t tell her this week, don’t ever talk to me about this. I …

C’mon start

My neighbour started her engineering last year and my sis this year. When they study together, I often stumble against the terms. And then the memories come back. Then, engineering might not have seemed that interesting but now that I am through, it feels refreshing to go back to the old days and have a laugh. My sis’s first semester is now over and their exams are going on. That day my neighbour came and was discussing the paper, it was OK, she said, so was my sis’s paper. OK was always an enigma, I suppose I used to say whenever I had no answers. I smiled.
“You know, many time I know the answer but still can’t write!" my neighbour said making a terrorised face. A Oh-I-know-what-you-mean smile appeared to my face.
“I know exactly what you mean”, I said. “It’s like Yes I know this answer, Yes, I know this answer, we keep repeating this to ourselves but our pen doesn't move, this used to happen with me always but once we start we get going. I think it happens out of exciteme…