Jack and Jill went up the hillTo fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down and broke his crown,On pushing, Jill couldn’t control her laughter.
I was born here over 20 years ago. Unlike you, I don’t mind if you step on my toes, for that’s what I’ve inferred the purpose of my life on a railway platform to be. Despite having my feet literally firmly grounded, I’ve seen more humans, their humanity & its complements – indifference, deceit & […]
They had been married ever since they could remember–more than 20 years now. They did not even remember if it was out of love, or was it arranged. They were so young, it was called an infant marriage! It was thaaaat long. They always viewed things from different perspectives, yet somehow always managed to focus […]
He finished reading it. Seventh time today. Her first love letter. “Could so much love ever vanish! She’ll understand, if I talk.” “Anjali, please understand! We’d fought before also. But we always made up! Why not today? I love you, Anjali!” She didn’t reply. Those suspended in air, hanging by rope about their neck, don’t. […]
…[Pluck] loves me not!Arggh…Third time now. I must’ve missed a petal.Arman, you fool! Look at yourself. Which birdbrain chick’s ever gonna harm her eyes laying them on you? Shh… You can’t silence your inner voice! Arman: Hey Riya! I was just thinking about… Riya: Will you marry me, Arman? ———- PS: Am just experimenting with […]
Rohit’s voice boomed, “You’re so arrogant to believe you didn’t require a creator to be created?” Manoj responded–amidst boo’s. But when he was heard, it was with disinterest. Rohit’d won the debate competition. Manoj wasn’t disappointed because he’d lost, but because he wasn’t heard. Rohit winked. “Now you know why I say I believe?”
“It makes you cry so much? You’d loved so much!” Distant gaze. Contented smile. “I feel so happy! So fulfilled!” “Quiet, Mukesh!” “I find fulfillment in your loss? And you’re my dearest! I’m so cruel no, Mridula?” His eye let go of that reluctant tear. Like his body was to let go of that life…
Gail Waynand stared at his own reflection, and the hand that held gun against his forehead. His own hand. He wanted to live on… to try deserving Dominique more than Roark. He was afraid of death. He pulled the trigger. [Click] “Inefficient buggers! Can’t produce guns that don’t jam.” “Keating! Don’t…” [Dhishkaon] Who’s John Galt?
Shilpi: Gimme your English notebook. Quick! Couldn’t do my homework. How much time’s there?Alka: Five min!Shilpi: My God! Ten min later… Shilpi: Phew! Just completed!Alka: [Thinking] What shabby handwriting! You get ‘FAIR’. I get three stars. Wow! Teacher [Gasping]: Sorry, got late. We’ll directly begin our lesson. No homework-correction for today! —–Thanks Rajat for inputs!
This is my first attempt at 55 fiction. To briefly see the conditions of 55 Fiction, see the side panel. —–Monologue: Don’t you stare, Moti.It’s not my fault. You made me mad. You resisted.You didn’t have to whine like dog that you anyway are [sobs]…Were.This knife was not to scrape your heart; just cut your […]