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Apart from my usual photography work,  I am currently working on a collection of very short stories that I hope to get published in near future. Recently, I seemed to have run out of ideas for any more such short narrations and that reminded me of my almost forgotten blog.

As I went through what I had written earlier, I saw a missing theme, a much needed central idea for me to come up with those 100 stories that I want in this book. I wanted to write it here before I forget it since this blog has been my special place.

“Our Shelves, Our Markets, Our Lives are filled with Disposable commodities.

Our choices are becoming smart, we even use smarter objects every day. Amidst all this fast paced, ever changing life, our dimensions of human connection or “Love” per se, has changed.

We are today a smart generation with disposable relations, with too many objects and too few emotions, both equally at display on a Facebook home page.”





Today he asked me to move in!

Besides the stupid voice in my head, all was fine.

“You are moving way ahead of yourself, Hang in there, just a little bit.“,

Like I said, Stupid voice.

How could I not do it?

He needed me!

He had not been keeping well due to all the take outs and late nights. He wanted to root in now, have someone to take care of him, to belong.

It felt so right!

We have been together for little over a year, we were best of friends and loved each other very much (I did). Obviously, it was a good decision.

But I still couldn’t get the stupid voice out of my head.

It’s been over a month that we were together, life was finally good.  Working in the same team had its perks and since he was working really late these days, I thought of sticking around, to help him with the same. He was working on a particular case and client seemed to be more than a little dumb.

From that day on, he would tell me, how little brain that woman had and how she needed him to be on call every second hour.  She was part of our regular jokes and the calls were extended beyond normal working hours, till one night I caught him helping her more than he should.

Within days, he asked me to move out, because he was in love.

And now I knew, the joke was on me!



Beacky and Ducky on a sunny day!


Photo Prompt for 100-word Flash #FridayFictioneers


“Its Betty’s egg!!”


‘Think it through, it can not be betty’s egg!’

‘Why not?’

‘Cuz, its blue!’

‘Well now, May be flapping on Ducky’s head was bit over the top, but his stupidity gets me to lose my head. It’s our usual sunny day and we both decided to swim out of the lake and take a walk.

Its finally summer time and food is plenty… but this blue thing flying so high is making me all nervous here…’ I have never been big on flying and I don’t even know, if any bird can be that blue and go so high!

Anyways, I will just lay low and enjoy the show!

Kwak! Kwak!

FridayFictioneers – where the sun shines


Photo credit belongs to Douglas McIlroy

I couldn’t feel my feet. “I should have taken the snow shoes”, I cursed under the breath that was getting scarce, with every step forward.

I had taken off, the day before, in a fit of emotions. No Maps, no plans, no destination but also no meetings, planners and stress. My car gave up as soon as it turned dark over the valley, but I walked on, determined to find a morning, better than my usual ones.

Just as I was about to fall, being tired, cold and lost for whole night, I found the rising sun, right around the next mountain, shining down on me.

** this story was born to be part of Friday Fictioneers fun gang.

Being run over by dreams!


Thud… thud… thud…

I am not sure, if the loud bang is of my feet hitting the pavement, or my heart, beating loud in my chest. I try to synchronize the noise to the unwelcome thoughts in my head.

My failed attempts of keeping peace outside are beginning to fade away, as the clouds of the dark thoughts take over my sole existence.

The voices, the noises, the places, all that, I don’t want to see, I don’t want to hear, are looming over my head, like a giant shadow.

I run, run faster, hoping to escape, but only feel more torn in my gut.

“You can never run away from who you are!” I hear it again and again as I speed up.

“Play a different song”, I tell myself. “Keep running!”, “it’s just a dream!” I hear my voice like a distant thought.

I am still running, only to find, that I have reached the end of the road. I hear the loud dark shadows catching up on me. I know, I must turn and face my worst fears, but I just fall to the ground wishing, I was someplace else.



My eyes are glued to the screen,

“This isn’t happening!”,

“He can’t do this to me!”

Years and years, wasted on a lost hope, are running through my head.

Whenever I tried coming closer I was always blocked by the wall of lies, you had built around you.

You lied about your life, Your family, yourself, your dreams. What started with me pretending I didn’t notice, moved to tolerating everything wrong you did, just to get you to say the truth and ended with me leaving with no choice but to quit.

I still can’t believe you made me walk you through getting married, each day laced with some more lies.

I changed my job, my home, my town just to get away from you, I still have dreams of you, mocking me while I am down in deep pit.

This picture is taken from Google

And today again you have crept up in my life, with this bunch of lies.

I read through each word you have thrown in my direction with abuses no one deserves to hear.

I am left speechless, wondering, “did you really need to do this, Again?”