The last piece – 100 word fiction

It had been four days the food packages had not come to the refugee camp. Children were dying of hunger and men felt helpless and dependent on the helicoper God. Neena dived in the trash can to find something to support her toddler. Her eyes fell on a couple of slices of bread, sadly a dog stared as she picked it up. She quickly fed her child the slice trying to eat the other. She nibbled a piece of slice making a heart and offered the rest to the dog. She was a mother after all!

hearty-bread

Picture credit: Kelvin M. Knight

This piece of 100 words is written for Friday Fictioneers.

The Throb – Horror Fiction

Horror

Ananya woke up with her own cry, a shrill shriek as she opened her eyes. Her body was cold and
shuddering…A sudden thought flashed her shivering brain.
Nightmare! The same one! Yet again!
She looked at the dim light that escaped through the door, it relieved her racing heart. “It would have
been 3 am” she thought looking at the darkness outside. Trying to pull back her blanket to sleep, she saw
her, she sat there in the corner legs curled close to her chest, eyes blood red and wide open, moving her
body to and fro vigorously. Ananya quivered and clasped her hands, it isn’t a dream she murmured
looking at her scarily.
She gathered courage and stared back, the same way she used to do day after day on the roads of
Mumbai when preying eyes ogled. “Who are you?” she gulped a lump down her throat. She was quiet but
looked back straight ferociously and moved to and fro holding hugging her knees.
Ananya felt her nerve vibrate on her temple. She touched the swelling with her index finger. “Ah” a
throbbing stinging pain ran through the back of her head. She looked up tightly closing her eyes, then
gently opening them.
She saw her sitting on the ceiling hanging head down still staring. “STOP” Ananya cried out loud. The
throbbing stopped, she had vanished and an eerie silence wrapped her.
Ananya closed her eyes once again and smirked then looking at the Shiv idol that lay where the beam of
light fell.
She had calmed her demon within….albeit for now!

The Perfect Shot – 100 word fiction

‘There it is! Cliff we saw in the marvellous picture online!” he pointed, as they hiked to the summit to click the best picture!

She adjusted her tripod facing the sunset, he closed in behind her with devious intentions. Finally he would get rid of her!

He readied himself to give her a push, she bent on one knee as he had taught her the best angle for shots.

A slip and he tumbled sliding down, he held her hand. She left his to get the best action shot of a man falling off a cliff. Karma pays, she smiled. 100 word fiction

Photo Credit: Danny Bowman

This piece of 100 words is written for Friday Fictioneers.

This love that feels right – Book Review

this love that feels right

 

If you were to be stranded on an island with only three people – a woman and two men, one of whom is lost in his own world to find his way back and pays no attention to you and you are not interested in the woman since you are straight, the other man gives required attention, who would you fall for?

Isn’t the answer obvious….Naina – fell for Aarav in This Love that Feels Right…

Ravinder Singh in This Love that Feels Right tries to bring in a dreamy relationship and half heartedly tries to justify why Naina’s crush feels right.

What I liked about the book.

1. The plot – the subject is interesting

2. The language – is easy to follow and understand

3. The flow of the story – is pleasant and peppy

4. It is crisp and short – a quick read

What I did not like about the novel or I beg to differ

1. What is the novel about?

It is not adultery as adultery is defined as voluntary sexual intercourse between a married person and a person who is not their spouse.

It is not infidelity as Naina had no on going affair with Aarav neither did she or he confess love or have even a paragraph which remotely relates to the feeling of love.

For me it is infatuation and I will tell you why. Most of the novel Naina talks about her feelings for Aarav and how she wants him to react or do things that will please him.

I thought the later part of the story is very rushed.

2. Only Naina’s life is well portrayed, very little is spoken of Malvika’s (Nain’s friend) life and nothing is spoken of Aarav. I wanted to know more about him, his appearance, his life, his past and more so his feelings. Most part of the novel he plays the just character of “its natural…and its ok”

3. I had a major problem with Naina’s thinking. We are talking of a young woman (who apparently

shies to let the readers know her age and weight) from our capital DELHI which is a metropolitan

and a modern city. I was aghast at reading sentences like “I have never been with a man in a room

alone” or all through she questions herself on things which are so normal in today’s world like an instructor taking measurements at a gym. I was basically in complete conflict of thought process with Naina.

4. It is portrayed as a love story….but where is the love story? There are very few scenes of Aarav

and Naina together and when we feel now they will talk of love, either of them backs out.

5. There are pages and pages of conversation, either a monologue of Naina’s thought process or

she talks of moral policing Malvika’s life – it became boring to just read through their endless debate.

6. The END – so you know you are in love with someone and you know that you don’t love the

person who you are married to – you make a choice! She chooses to stick to her marriage – fair

enough – but what is the reasoning? The novel still goes on saying Naina tried to reason with her

husband but he didn’t change his ways. So I was unable to understand why she was stuck to him, I

was fine with the choice but not the reasoning at all.

7. Malvika has an open marriage – ok so? Why is it made such a hype? Understand it is not that

common in India but she is portrayed as a very modern woman still the novel feels open marriage

is like a wrong thing to do.

Should you read it?

I suggest everyone to read it to understand my review. I have read a love story of a woman who falls in love outside marriage it is a classic “ the Bridges of Maddison County – Robert James Waller published in 1992” Read that too on my recommendation and then you will precisely know what I am referring to in this review.

Good reads: 3.6/5

Sunshineandzephyr review: 2.0/5

Blurb: Life would have been easier had it been possible for us to plan falling in love more importantly avoid falling in love . . . Love is not for you she told herself. Inside just like any girl she desired to be loved. She had accepted her life the way it was till one day love showed up unannounced uninvited That s the thing with love. It doesn’t take permission. It s in its very nature to gatecrash into our lives. Standing face-to-face with love she finds herself asking Is this love right? The answer is not simple. It never was . . . This intense love story will shake every belief you have ever had about love. About the Author Ravinder Singh is the bestselling author of I Too Had a Love Story Can Love Happen Twice? Like It Happened Yesterday and Your Dreams Are Mine Now.

Penumbra – Book Review

A dull life of Prakash Ray is caught in frenzy as he visits his uncle at his bungalow to celebrate his 60th birthday.
As Prakash reaches the venue, he is introduced to a motley group of people, all gathered there for the old
man’s big day: his son, his reticent brother, a dignified middle-aged lady who once owned the bungalow,
a listless lawyer who manages his legal affairs, a mild-mannered young man who works as his secretary,
his beautiful, young biographer, and his mysterious friend, who has never lost a game of chess to him.

Penumbra

As the storm lashes on through the night, one of the people in the bungalow is murdered! In a game of cat
and mouse that follows, Prakash soon finds out that under the surface of apparent warmth and
friendliness, nothing is as it seems and that the bungalow holds one shocking secret after another! In a
bid to save his own life, Prakash hunts for the truth, which lies in a mysterious penumbra of shadows and
lights, covered in a sheath of deceit and guile, only to realize that the worst is yet to come!

What I liked about the book:
– The plot – fantastic storyline, the writer has ensured he keeps it to the point and does not lose the
readers’ interest
– Characterization – Each character’s appearance is very well timed and thought process well
described.
– Writing style – The reading is easy and fabulous description of scenes, especially the time when
Prakash walks from the bus stop to his uncle’s bunglow

Scope for improvement
– Some parts of the story felt a little dragged but that can happen with thrillers as you are eagerly
waiting to know who the murderer is
– Climax – I was expecting a little more on this front! However it did not sound unbelievable or
ridiculous.

Should you read it?
Yes, pick it up on a Friday and you will not put the book down till you finish it. Strongly recommended if
you like murder mysteries!
Goodreads Rating: 4.15/5
Sunshineandzephyr rating: 4.15/5
About the Author: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7869915.Bhaskar_Chattopadhyay

P.S. I know I have been away! But as they say difficult roads often lead to beautiful destinations. I was just treading a difficult road. Am back with no bang just the mundane 🙂

Whose mistake? – Quick fiction

Rohan stood there getting beaten up, soaked in blood as two men caught him and the other two bashed.

His body limp but mind focused and eyes fixed on her red face with inconsolable tears.

With a final blow on his head his voice tore infinity, “What did I do Ananya?”

Parallel thoughts stormed,

Rohan: “My mistake I expressed my harmless, innocent love for a Hindu girl”

Ananya: “My mistake I shouldn’t have made his expression of mere love boast all villagers.”

Where were you Ananya? – A fiction

the hug

Where were you Ananya?

She walked passed the corridor and placed her suitcase looking at the small temple where a diya lit like her unwavering faith. As she left the house keys on the key stand above the shoe rack he came out of the study his bluetooth on his ear.

“Where are you going?” he questioned with a gesture.

She turned to face the door.

“Ananya” he excused himself from the call. “Where were you?” he surprised himself with what he just asked.

Ananya turned to her love and with with a tight smile spoke

“I?”

She looked at him for a minute the longest in the last she remembered seeing him.

“I was here Rohan. Lying somewhere in your life.” She paused.

“I was right here stacked among host of messages on your Whatsapp. I also stood in between the tight deadlines over months. Didn’t you notice me in the several voicemails.” her eyes brimmed as she spoke slowly and softly.

“I was that fleeting thought that would have passed as you busily worked on your submission. Didn’t you see me Rohan? I was trying to share a smile when you commuted after work to go to an important dinner. I waived at you over an occupied Saturday movie and a Sunday photography session. I was that struggle that got tossed between work and hobby. Colleagues and friends. I was that time between a work week and a deserved unwind. I was right there just out of your sight.” she spoke without a tinge of sarcasm. 

“Oh is it?” her pain barely reached him, “So where was I Ananya?”

“You jaan?” Ananya swallowed a lump and spoke.

“You were the page I turned as I read a book. You were the blanket I cuddled on cold mornings alone in bed. You were the half filled tea cup I spoke to for hours sharing my petty gossips. You were the smile that faded when I heard our favourite song. You were the phone call that I never missed to make during lunch. You were there in my questions, in my feelings and in every emotion.”

The rage, the anger melted in seconds. That was Rohan’s heart. A silent tear rushed passed Rohan’s warm cheek as he took small steps towards his first love.

“Ani, I am sorry. Can we not work on this.” he gently held Ananya.

“Rohan.” she placed her palm on his rough beard. “We haven’t lost it all. I am still Ani for you.”

She could bear any storm but not a tear in his eyes. He embraced her in his arms as she rose to her toes giving it all once again. May be the times had changed but the solace the hug brought hadn’t. 

“Miss you Rohan” She hugged tighter digging her face in his chest.

Ani and The Moon – #Blogtrotters

Blogbuddy

It was that Sunday while playing in the garden Ani had found the butterfly. All of 8 she was her beatific best when her elder brother had taught her how to hold it without hurting it. She would carry it in a holed jar and joyfully hop fields. One day while lazing in the garden the jar opened and the butterfly flew away.

Her sadness knew no bounds. She cried her eyes out and prayed hard for the butterfly to return but in vain.

When she got tired crying she started talking to the Moon, the moon would appear everyday to quietly listen to her. Gradually her talks changed from complains to happy times. Sometimes there were poems shared or many times she chose stories to tell, when all would exhaust she would talk to the Moon about places she travelled. The Moon thus became her companion, one such who would never leave her like the butterfly.

This Moon is my Blog. I started narrating poems, stories and travelogues and my blog decided to stand by me always.

When the Moon wouldn’t suffice it made me meet and make buddies and one such buddy I found in BlogChatter and its BlogBuddy 3.0 program. I made some awesome friends at Blogbuddy and we proudly call ourselves #BLOGTROTTERS.

What I expect from Blogbuddy is to increase my blogging ecosystem and meet several new and old buddies on the way.  That would be reading their creative work and sharing it as well. Thus enriching myself with new tales everyday. It would be an enthralling journey of happiness all along to known more on SEO, increasing blog traffic and wonderful competitions in a healthy environment.

I am happy to be a part of Blogbuddy program and take little Ani and her Moon to new galaxies 🙂

Thrilled to be a part of #BlogBuddy group #BlogTrotters , linking my post with the BlogChatter Linky here

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The Wait – FRIDAY FICTIONEERS (100 words)

Friday fictioneers

The Saturday market where locals came to sell goods had become my interest in this new lonely city.

My eyes fell on a dilapidated stall among the buzzing stalls selling jams, olives, cheese

“Whats the price of this bronze medal?” intrigued I asked the old lady.

Picking up the medal among various inconsequential things her trembling voice said, “These aren’t for sale child, I am waiting for my love who has gone to fight the World War, they say it will be over soon, he would recognise these and come back to me.”

Choked with emotion I silently walked away.

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This story is a response to the Challenge posted on Friday Fictioneers, which is a weekly blog link-up led by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields at Addicted to Purple. A story inspired by the photo prompt, a beginning, middle and end in just 100 words or below, making every word count.

 PHOTO PROMPT © Claire Fuller

The Meeting – Fiction (Concluding part)

meeting fiction

To read part one click here

This was by far the slowest weekend I had ever lived and my mind was racing like a sprinter. I wanted to fast forward button in my life right now, I was seeing her everywhere walking by a beach with me, hand in hand barefoot or picking her up from a street like a jumper and standing on the city’s watch tower feeling the cool zephyr overlooking the city. And then the very next thought would be what if she just looked at me turned and walked away or slapped me how was I to react then.

“Damn!” I said to myself.

Sunday I decided to finish all the work that I had been lazily postponing to kill time. Evening would have been worse so I left with Vikram and Karan for two movies back to back. I reached home at 2.00 am and then tossed in bed for long. When I got up I saw it was bright, the watch peeped 10.30 a.m. on me, the time was not far I smiled to myself.

I had rehearsed it several times but just to recollect again, 3.30 the Object Oriented Programming class would get over, another 15 mins I would be with Prof Gupta to submit the Basic Electronics assignment, walking to commerce wing would be 10 min and I would be well in time to meet her.

I looked for Prof. in the staff room he wasn’t there. Leaving the assignment wouldn’t make sense as I was to sign the submission sheet. 3.45 I sat there breaking my knuckles when he suddenly appeared from the rest room, “Sir, this is my assignment where do I sign, I need to go” I managed to speak in one breath.

“Hmmm.” Gupta adjusted his glasses and took forever to find the submission sheet. I quickly signed and sprinted looking at my watch 3.55.

Hopping on the stairs skipping two each I banged into a guy who was running down, my laptop bag fell with sheets of other submission and stationary. He too injured himself as his bag was heavier and spilled things too. I gathered all and scurried upstairs, I turned suddenly recollecting something but then preferred to meet her as priority.

I saw Kiran at the corridor, she never misses a chance to make money.

“hey” I waved to her.

“Boss can’t happen today.” her face dropped.

“Why” it was too much to contain myself.

“She has gone to the dean’s office sobbing, come back next week” Kiran busied herself on phone.

Have you ever ran a race where you were in the lead and then in the last stretch someone just overtook you? It exactly felt like that. I was somewhat ready with Ananya being sad but not meeting her was not something I had thought of in the many scenarios I had sewn.

I started walking back in baby steps to hostel. I saw her sitting on the stairs, I recognised her from her hair from the back. She was eating that looked like a homemade sandwich from a small box on her lap. I settled myselft next to her. 

“Hey” I tried to talk.

She continued eating when I saw a tear drop fall I placed my palm to catch it and she looked at me.

“ Ananya, I am Rohan.” I gave my ever pleasing smile.

She looked down and continued eating.

“You are so much like me, I too eat a lot esplly when I am sad.” she looked at me instantly questioning how did I know.

“Ok I know, but can I release this tear in my palm to never return back?” I tried to smile opening my palm as she nodded lightly smiling.

She looked beautiful when she cried, I know that would be mean to say but she did.

“ I am Ananya.” She spoke forwarding her hand. “ Happy to meet you Rohan.”

The universe stopped the moment she spoke my name, the earth stopped moving in it’s axis, the Moon shone bright and Sun even brighter, the stars smiled and everything around just frozen in that nano second.

“I think I gave you my shayri for the vote.” everything again set to motion.

“yes you did” puzzled I questioned “was that for a competition?”

“yes, my roll number and division was thus written.” she continued ÿou didn’t vote, anyway I lost.” she pouted her lower lip. In that moment she looked sweeter.

“My bad, I didn’t understand it.” I wanted to talk more but there was silence.

“Why were you in tears Ananya?” that was definitely the right time to prod.

“Oh that!” she spoked in a soft tone “I lost my wallet”

“Damn….When, where” I built up quizzing her. 

“Well I thought I left it in the hostel when I was at college on Friday then when I went to the room it wasn’t there, I thought I left it here in the college locker, waited for Sunday to pass and then checked today, it isn’t here. I think it would have got stollen on Thursday itself.”

I looked at her deep, lost in her voice than her story.

“Wallet….What did it look like Ananya? Was it brown small, leather with crocodile print?”

“y….how do you know?” She stood up tall looking down at me.

I pulled the wallet from my laptop bag, this?”I handed it to her.

“oh yeah…”she jumped in joy almost hugging the wallet, quickly opened it and checked something yayiiiii she jumped again and then realised what had happened.

“How did you get it, did you flick it from my bag when I gave you that paper?” she spoke bitterly.

“Sit first, if you remember you weren’t carrying your bag that day. Just sometime back I bumped into someone while coming here and everything from both our bags fell off. I think while gathering stuff I realised I picked up a wallet and then what surprised me was that it was a ladies wallet with him. When you spoke of it, I knew I had the right one.” I explained.

“Well thanks I believe you, I got my wallet and it had my Ma and sis’s picture so it is very precious. Thank you Rohan.” She lightly hugged as I got up too.

“So where is my treat for returning such preciousness back?” I chuckled seeing her break into a smile.

“Chai at the roadside stall?” she suggested.

“Sure, I picked my bag and walked along.” patting myself for the accomplishment. 

Kiran in the few introductory sentences that she spoke about Ananya made sure that she wouldn’t talk to me just like that. I had to put my charm to test and it surely got proven as this pretty girl is taking your’s truly for a chai treat that too happily. Now when, where and how I managed to get the wallet back to her, I leave to your intelligence was Kiran my accomplice or the guy I bumped into, may be I flicked it myself. All is fair for a chai treat from Ananya especially when Rohan doesn’t drink tea :).

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Sometimes long fiction just makes my world beautiful 🙂