Broken

I looked into the shattered mirror. Shards of my face scattered on the floor. “Why would someone leave such a mess behind? He has I have OCD, I say he has CMD… Compulsive Messy Disorder” I waited for him. We will be meeting after two weeks. We decided to move in together after our last...

Thief

It wasn't hers to keep, but the whole idea was so tempting. Anna took a deep breath before plunging into the blue grey waters. By the time she resurfaced, she was a changed person. Drops of water shone like silver on her skin in the sunlight. Her skirt stuck to her knees as she walked out...

The Legacy of Curse

She stepped on to the altar where the mural of Oba overlooked the crowd. Tatiha had tears in her eyes. She prayed to Yewa the river Goddess to save her. Once she was tied to the promise of Oba the goddess of marriage there was no escape. No Yoruba woman could defy Oba for it...

Seamstress

The rooftop was covered with a colorful quilt woven with hundreds of pieces of cloth. Some faded with time but some, as new as yesterday. Not many had seen the seamstress but those who had said she looked like a witch straight out of a children’s illustrated book. It was a dilapidated house she lived...

Paper Cuts

She sat in front of the blank sheet wondering where to start. She looked at the variety of pens on the desk. He rarely wrote nowadays, most of his works were directly typed on his laptop. The writer’s desk was just for photo-ops with the media. Yet somehow every day he managed to clutter the...

Budhan

Writing Flash Fiction after a long long time. The dry leaves had not been trodden for years. The ground kept giving birth to more and moreover the years. It was like a population explosion. No one would sweep them off the grass anymore. Wild shrubs, creeper hanging over the golden Amaltas trees, which stubbornly stood...

Pluviophile’s Predicament

There is a time when the mind can be at complete peace and it is not the night, for night often brings out the devil who is in constant conflict with the darkness within. But mental peace is sporadic and like weather is unpredictable to the core. My tryst with inner peace is directly proportional...

Perfect Moment

I haven't written Flash fiction in a long long time. Just tried my hand at it once again... Perfect Moment It is very difficult to create a scene you want to live in life; a perfectly curated scene straight away taken out of dreams. For everyone once in a lifetime needs that moment which fills...

The Beginning

The start was as usual. It took nearly fifteen minutes for Jay to reach the shop. The fog wasn’t as dense as the meteorology department had predicted and little flakes of sunshine floated to the window of his shop making the frost sprinkled on the pane glitter. Delhi winters were different. There was warmth in...

The Retreat

“The exodus happened many years ago, somewhere around 2050. The last of the generation actually went berserk... mm, crazy. They kept asking for something that sounded very dangerous.” said the GUIDE. Ray smiled at the word thrown-up on the screen. He had just placed his Tech Snap Device in front of the mural and the...