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Fiction 55: I do…

Fiction 55 is a form of writing where the whole story has to fit in 55 words. I was there and so was she. We looked at each other and our eyes met. I saw my future in them. A man next to her asked me “So young man, do you?” “Yes, I do.”, I replied. She smiled at me and said, “Your offer letter would reach you in a week. Congratulations!” … Read entire article »

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Hidden

Dressed in a white t-shirt and blue jeans, Mansi stood there with her arms folded. The breeze was blowing her hair in all directions and her eyes were staring at the sea searching for answers – answers now hidden in the depths of time. Time and again she would dig into her pockets and take out a piece of paper, hold it to her heart and cry. Every time she did, she would wipe them off upon hearing her two little kids talk among themselves. A few yards away, Raj looked at this woman with helpless eyes, while hiding behind a rock. “I wish I could, I really do.” He said to himself. “I wish I could hold you in my arms right now. I wish I could just kiss those … Read entire article »

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Love is made of less than four letters – Part 2

Part 1 continued… The next day at college -Time: 9:00AM “So how were your dance classes yesterday?” asked Sneha as she walked towards the classroom along with Prerna. “They were good, just the usual stuff. You know how they are.” Said Prerna as the two were about to enter the classroom Sneha caught Prerna by the arm and pulled her out before she could get in, and said: “I know you weren’t at your dance classes yesterday. So where were you all evening? Let me guess, with Karan right?” “Stop doing that!” shouted Prerna, as everybody around them, turned around to see what was going on. “Who the hell are you to ask me that? You are just a friend and keep things there.” She said, as she freed her arm from Sneha. “You are doing a mistake Prerna. … Read entire article »

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Love is made of less than four letters – Part 1

Time 5:30 PM, at the nearby chat bhandar “So, tell me, how’s it going with you guys?” said Sneha as she gobbled her last gol gappa. “Going on with who?” replied Prerna, trying to act ignorant of what Sneha meant. “What do you mean with who? How many are there?” said Sneha with a laugh. “Look darling, I really don’t have time for your silly questions. I am getting late for my dance class.” said Prerna as she took out 20 bucks for the gol gappas. “When you decide to be clear with your questions, give me a call. Bye” “Hey wait up. Ok, tell me. What’s going between you and Karan? And I am being damn clear this time, so I expect a clear answer.” Karan was a 23 year old guy working at a local bank … Read entire article »

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Fiction 55: Confession

Share Fiction 55 is a form of writing where the whole story has to fit in 55 words. “I can’t keep it in me anymore. I have to tell her before she finds out herself.” Rakesh said to himself He practiced his words a few times, took a deep breath and slowly walked into the open room. After a couple of quiet moments he said, “Mom, I flunked in maths by five marks.” Like the Stuff you read here? You can get the latest articles as they are published for free. Enter your email address to subscribe: … Read entire article »

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A life half lived

There was a little 6 year old kid called Jack. Jack loved science fiction and action movies. He would tie his towel around his neck and act like superman all day. He loved music and was a decent singer. When any of the adults in the family asked him what he would like to be when he grew up, he would say he wanted be join the army and gun down the enemies or go into space or become a singer. Life was a jolly ride for him; he was pampered to the core and got whatever he asked for. A few years passed by, he was now about to celebrate his 12th birthday. He started noticing that his parents had started becoming cautious with their daily spending, because they … Read entire article »

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The Perfect Nobody

HiGuys, BeforeI go any further, I am not Tavish; I am a friend of his. He wanted me to writea guest post here. I told him I can’t write for nuts. But after a one hour longconversation this jackass convinced me to write this down. Sorry, I am a littleshy so I’ve requested Tavish to call me the perfect nobody instead of my realname.  There is a reason why I am callingmyself that.  You will know why later on inthe post. Iwas reading Tavish’s post for BAT7 titled “What if”. There was a line in thatpost which triggered the whole thought process. Tavish said he was born to acouple who went on to be the world’s most loving parents. Yeah right, as if myparents were the world’s worst parents! But yes, I … Read entire article »

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Fiction 55: A cup of tea

Fiction 55 is a form of writing where the whole story has to fit in 55words. The dark clouds had eclipsed my thoughts. They came down as rain through my eyes. The darkness was evident at the twilight of my dreams. A boy came up to me, smiled and said, “five Rupees for the tea.” As he walked away with his little earning, the clouds disappeared, the sun startedshining again. … Read entire article »

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Time Travel

Time Travel

This post has won the eighth edition of blog-a-ton “Sir, have a look at it just once. I am sure it will work out. I just need a little more time.” Pleaded Joy. “You have crossed all deadlines Mr Joy I cannot give you any more time. I warned you, your design was totally impractical. I am sorry I can’t do anything now.” Replied Viru Sahasrabudhe, principle of The Imperial College of Engineering. Feeling dejected, Joy … Read entire article »

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Desperation

“It’s been five days now! What will I do? Damn it, what do I do?!” Sid said to himself, biting his nails, his face full of sweat. “Think dude think! It’s been five days now. You have to do it. What are people going to think!” By now his heart beat had almost doubled. He just stared at the mirror helplessly. He knew what he had to do. ************ Half an hour later, Sid’s mother charged into the room screaming: “Where the hell are you? I’ve been calling you for the past half an hou….!” She stopped, when she found Sid in front of his laptop, his head on the table and his body completely motionless. She was frightened. She looked up at the screen and it read: “Your blog post published successfully!” … Read entire article »

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