‘Why do Men hate makeup so much?’ she grumbled aloud as she looked around for her Kohl Pencil. ‘You don’t look the same!’ She stuck her tongue out at herself in the mirror. ‘You look so different! She wiggled her shoulders. ‘Makeup makes you look made up!’ she exhaled, sitting down in front of the…
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In the Dark of the Night #BlogchatterHalfMarathon
Mumbai has always been known as the city that never sleeps but it is snoring tonight, thought Richa as she walked the empty streets. She had decided to stay back to finish work and tie up some loose ends before her annual holiday started on the morrow, not realizing how late it was when she…
Late #BlogchatterHalfMarathon
Viren was your quintessential Late Lateef. Late for appointments, late for work, late for everything. Why he was even born two days AFTER the due date given to his mother for her delivery! It was a long-standing joke among friends that Viren would even be late for his own wedding and funeral. Well, at the…
Dear Mr. Ramsbottom, #BlogchatterHalfMarathon
Dear, Mr. Ramsbottom, Oh, how you loved to eat! Or, should I say, lived to eat. I loved cooking and you loved eating. Grilled kidneys, bacon, hash browns, and fried tomatoes for breakfast. Tea and cake made up the elevenses. Roast beef, peas, Brussels sprouts, Yorkshire pudding, and bread pudding for lunch on Monday, Wednesdays,…
Roger #BlogchatterHalfMarathon
Roger was the boy-next-door. The kind of son every mother longed for. The kind of boyfriend every girl wished for. The kind of husband every girl prayed for. He held a very good job and had a tidy sum put away. He paid his taxes on time. Lived at the right address. Took out the…
Hate #BlogchatterHalfMarathon
Could you hate someone so much that you wished them dead? Could you hate someone so much that you would kill them yourself? She hated her! Oh! How she hated her! She was the only one who knew what she was behind the mask she wore in public. The ever-smiling facade. The ‘alls-great-with me’ look….
Rusty: Micro Fiction #MyFriendAlexa
2020 had been a nightmare so far and the shocks it kept giving refused to abate. She was sure she was only one among the millions who thought so. The grief, the losses, and the pain that this year had brought along had tinged everything a dull gray.’ God! Give me a sign that this…
Neela: Short Story #MyFriendAlexa
‘My daughter Neela is very patient. She is responsible, never complains, and is very large-hearted. She enjoys keeping the house ekdum saaf (very clean). She has no other qualities I could boast of though. Very plain looking, sadly she takes after me there.’ said Neela’s father, much to the chagrin of Susheela Tai, their neighbor…
Roli: Short Story #MyFriendAlexa
Based on a True Story Nina and Roli huffed and puffed as they climbed up the slope in the park. The morning sun was reluctantly making its way out from under its blanket of clouds when Roli’s smartwatch showed them they had walked 3 kilometers. ‘2 more to go, girl!’ exclaimed Nina, looking at hers,…
Popat : Fiction #MyFriendAlexa
‘There he goes again! Pagal buddha! (mad, old man)’ the Blacksmith guffawed ‘What I wouldn’t give to see what’s in that bag he carries’, added the Shopkeeper, swatting away flies. ‘Who are you’ll talking about?’ looked around the customer at the Tea Stall. ‘That old man walking there,’ pointed out the Blacksmith, picking at his…