Short story: Blackness

This is a horror story, not safe for soft souls. Please read with discretion. 

Short-story: Rebirth in a train

“Coffeeee!! Teaa!!”
“Coffeeee!! Teaa!!”
The vendor called out as he passed the coupe.
“Thuddd!”
The baby fell on its knee trying to walk to his mother.
The mother ran picked him up and was busy placating. Ravishing young lady sat across him checking her flock of hair in the mirror of her mini clutch bag. The chatter from the group of young boys engrossed in a card game relayed from above. The train had halted at Varnasi for 15 mins. He hadn't moved or uttered a word from the time he got on. The newspaper covered Sanjay"s face; his eyes peered through his bi-focal spectacle and his hair rested neatly combed sideways. A pencil in his hand was losing his grip.

Short story : Have I lost him?

Story below is an entry for the 'Picture Worth Your Words Contest' picture prompt #1



Johan bid goodbye to his team and sat in the taxi. He was to catch the eight thirty train to Frankfurt. An hour still remained before the departure and the train station was twelve miles from the camp. He was in time. All his stomach tasted after the victory over Heerenveen was alcohol. The normal club hopping grew into an after party as uninvited guests stormed through the wee hours with disparate liquids to share. His head was so heavy when he tried to wake up that he slept the whole of the next day. It was time to leave, to meet his parents for the New Year. Johan had broken two promises before and was not prepared to hear Martha's lecture once again.

The taxi started and Johan looked at the passing city. Amsterdam was beautiful in the morning and the Sun started to warm his nape from left. The rear windshield was without any light control film and that helped him warm up for the long travel ahead. He took out the chicken salad sandwich from the backpack and had just started eating while the car came to a screeching halt. Johan almost threw the sandwich on the driver's head.

Short story: Somethings should never be lost forever.

"What's in a name?" asked Emile with a smile. She was still holding Reny's hands under the bright white bulb.

Short story: Finally!

A detour from my normal writing schedule to dwelve into a feeling every guy experiences once in his life.

Short story in figment http://t.co/zvA3oRVk Please comment on the plus and the minuses.

Short story: The toughest minute

I wrote a short story in figment fiction toward the dailyTheme short writing drive for today the fourth of January. It can be read here. The theme was

Describe in detail the few moments before a character is about to do something he or she is mortally afraid of. How does the anticipation affect her physically and emotionally? How does he gear himself up? And what happens next?


Please do have a read and comment here, after all the author's biggest applause is the comments from his reader.

Short story: The war under a hot sun

The rubble from La Combre's horses continued to rain on my helmet and the broken pieces feathered the eyes continually. It had been four hours since we started for the day.

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He screamed in joy as India scored the final required runs against England. It was the second game in the series and India inched closer to winning it. Santosh has always been a fanatic of the game, be it to play or to watch, and Ganguly and Tendulkar are Gods he worshiped, and he felt they delivered more frequently than the unknown almighty. It was close to midnight, and Nura had slept, curling inside a heavy woolen sheet. He was furious. His definition of marriage was the union of two souls in perfect tandem.

It was 5 AM and the whole group had been walking for two hours in rough terrain. It was still an hour away from the temple and Nura looked pale and tired. His agnostic upbringing made him wear shoes and thus the whole trip seemed like a long walk, while Nura's feet ached, her hands trembled and her body cried due to lack of energy. He had tried many a times to change her, not to accept anything without questioning, be it religion, science or anything in the world. 'Do this and your marriage will be happy and your husband would do great' a famous astrologer had said, and anything that would make him better would be her commandment. He saw her look, her longing for his support, and immediately removed his shoes, threw down the valley, and walked with her. She started to tear.

It was 4 PM and the sun was tasting her skin. They were moving from Dallas to Atlanta for he had gotten a great promotion and she was happy to follow him. The battery was bad, the music player and the air conditioner lay worthless. She was sweating. He didn't want to stop as he had to meet his friend for dinner. Atlanta was two hours away. His obsession to keep up his word was taking a toll on her, and she did not complain. No words were exchanged for five minutes, and he began singing 'I got my first real six string', then came the Meatloaf's 'I'd do anything for love' and she joined him. It was long time after they sang together, a year since they played the game of 'anthakshari' in which people sing songs that begun with the letter that the earlier one completed with. He always joined her and she returned the favor. When he sang the sixth song, she stopped him, and sang 'yenna thavam seithanai', the one she sang during their engagement, the one which gave him a joy he hadn't experienced before, the one when he met her eyes, he knew for sure he had made the best decision of his life. He stopped singing, held her hand, knew not even a drop has been lost in their ocean of love.

Tendulkar was given the 'Man of the match' while Dhoni received the winning trophy. He listened to each word that was spoken during the presentation ceremony. He knew every word that would be spoken by the winning players, yet hearing it again made him feel patriotic, an extreme one he was. When he opened the bedroom door, it was cold, the way he liked it. The air conditioner was working well, correct humidity and 18 degrees to give him the right sleep. He saw Nura, sleeping happily, not caring to join his joy. 'She is growing selfish of late' he thought. He switched on the lights and saw her leg move. He wanted to disturb her sleep, she had not talked much since the evening, and not sharing his love for cricket was one sin she had committed. He moved the books loudly, closed the restroom doors loudly and made moves to disturb her sleep. She moved to the right corner, with her face still buried under the wool. He became angrier and decided she was not going to get the goodnight kiss tonight. It was only twice before that he had slept without kissing her, and both were unavoidable due to the travels his job required. He lay and when he was about to unwrap his woolen sheet, he felt the bed was hot. He at once remembered her look, the most beautiful eyes in the world was shine less that evening. He remembered she sending him around ten messages in the afternoon, took his cellphone and checked them all. His hands started to tremble, he uncovered her, and saw a face drenched by tears, a chin that had tasted sadness, upper arm still fresh from the bleeding due to medicine injections, and her two hands tightly holding a frame of their first photo together, in which she kissed him. He turned, switched off the air conditioner, cleared her face, hugged her tightly, kissed her repeatedly, and whispered apologies feebly in her ears. She smiled, turned off the lights and slept happily, knowing no drop was lost in their ocean of love.

Enna satham intha neram

She was holding my hand, sad since she's going to leave me. It was a bright afternoon and I was in Chennai domestic airport. I bought an entry ticket for Rs.20 and went in, rolling her big suitcase. She had Da Vinci's code novel in her right hand,tucked in firmly. Her dress was a beautiful red salwar kameez with a free flowing hair. Her eyes were dry and red. She asked if she can get a bottle of water since her throat too was dry and I ran and got her one.
She then went into the ticketing zone to check in her bags, I waited at the entrance. My friend Shiva was with me. He asked something about my car, to which I didnt listen. I was looking at her.
She checked in, came back and told her flight was leaving in another 40 minutes. I gave her the greeting I had bought for her. She smiled looking at it. I hugged her good bye and was talking about something, my back started to hurt very much. Felt rough under me, some repeating sound coming from not so distant place from me. I had been sleeping and someone was walking in the mezzanine floor.Enna satham intha neram.
The time was 12:31 PM, and it was a bright afternoon. I hoped to not have woken up at all. Damn,it has been a very long time since I had a heartful dream.