If love came in footballs, I would have gone to Germany. If love came in cheese, I would have gone to Swiss. If love came in coffee, I would have gone to Brazil. If love came in art, I would have gone to Italy… but love came as you, and I have nowhere to go, for you are in my heart!
Monday (08:42 hours)
Pari was idly staring at the walls of café corner, as she sipped the cold contents from her coffee mug. The pleasant October air did little to steer her away from the agony and ecstasy of it all, agony more than the latter. She dreamt of her fascinating escapades with Krishna, and even as she treasured those moments very dearly, her heart choked with emotion: she missed Him.
“I can’t believe I must wait one whole week before I could meet you again” whispered Pari in a wistful tone. “I miss ya Kahniya, and to think that I must be in office in the next 15 minutes is not helping the mood.”
It was 09:10 hours IST, when Pari finally crawled towards her cabin. Continue reading
If I ever run out of the sweet little things in my life, I know where to come to get my share of sweetness!
Saturday (09:00 hours)
It was one of those exciting days for Pari, as she was heading towards her friend Krishna’s place. Kay, as she fondly calls, was quite the lazy head in the morning hours, or so she thought, and decided to drop by the dwaram; otherwise this time again they wouldn’t be able to spend a day together.
As she pedaled her way to Kay’s eternal abode, Pari couldn’t stop smiling. It was her first time to her dear Kahna’s place, but as expected His golden chambers were still shut.
“Duuuude! Its 09:00’o clock! Don’t tell me you are still reclining in that adisesh bed of yours”, she mumbled within. Just then, Jayar & Vijayar, Kay’s eternal door-keepers, entered the scene and addressed her: “So, you must be Pari?” Continue reading
Preeti Shenoy has hosted a flash-fiction contest in her blog. I usually haven’t gotten around to contests online, but what’s life without some changes, eh? So, the rules:
- 209 words
- Use the three pictures (with or without the wordings)
She sat at the far end of the aisle lost in thoughts, when he elbowed her.
“What is my little princess thinking about?”
“Oh nothing dad, just waiting…”
“You bet… but, only because you are here.”
“Duh! What of the awards – the name and fame? Am sure you are reveling in glory in your new world”, he chuckled.
“It’s not that tempting compared to the long drives that you promised, and your special aloo pakora.”
“Did I really promise?”
“Daaaaaaaad, don’t you dare say you forgot.”
Just as she was punching him while he guffawed, Ashwin elbowed her again.
“They are calling you onto the podium for the 100th time. Hurry now, will you?”
She jolted back to reality as the hall reverberated with applause for MS. Shwetha Sharma, the author of ‘Freeing Women’. She bags yet another accolade for her ceaseless and undying spirit to support downtrodden women, who suffer abuse in their marital life.
A tear trickled down her cheek as she got down from the dais. My darling dad, who wept for the first time, as he saw his daughter crumble right under his nose, should have been alive to see my bright days!
Ashwin merely drew her close, for that is all she needed.