‘…the jury hereby declares Jonathan Brown guilty and sentences him to the gallows!’ A shocked gasp rippled through the crowd. That angelic-looking man was surely not capable of the crime he was being sentenced for, were the murmurs in the courtroom. The young man stood in the dock with his head bowed and body limp….
Category: #fiction
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,…
Neelan: Short Story #MyFriendAlexa
The sun seared her skin as she expertly split a large boulder into multiple small rocks. That’s when Mutthukannan felt the first twinge in her belly. The experience of previously birthing 9 children gave her the confidence that it would still be a couple of hours before her 10th one entered the world. Time enough to…
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…
Yellow Yellow Dirty Fellow : Short Story #MyFriendAlexa
Patience pays. Those are the words I remember you by, Mamma. I was all of 6 years old and had my first science project in class, the sprouting of a seed by placing it on a wad of wet cotton. Remember Mamma, how excited I was, running to the windowsill every 5 minutes, to watch…
Vadamalli : Short Story #MyFriendAlexa
‘Om Namoh Shivaya! Om Namoh Shivaya! Om Namoh Shivaya!’, chanted Nambi the priest as he hurried along the dark road. The sun would rise soon, he thought to himself glancing at the sky. He had to finish bathing the Lord and lighting the lamp before the sun spilt the dark sky and shone through. As…
Gratitude #BlogALeague
Jacqui stood facing the neat rows of the corn field. Yes, they were withered now due to the harsh Autumn but she remembered them when they were green and flourishing. The paths carved through the lush fields lead to a destination, to the harvest. She remembered working here, head down with the harsh sun beating…
The Circus Comes To Town #Fiction
Hidden away in the inside of my jacket is a small pebble. This pebble used to be a little rock, but my habit of getting it out and rubbing it between my fingers multiple times a day has reduced its roughness and size. My jacket seems to be getting a tad snug around my frame…