Fiction 55: Hide and Seek

Horns were honking. The traffic was stagnant.
Holding uniform flags, the swarm was clamant.
My camera’s lenses captured a kohl-eyed beauty.
Our eyes couldn’t stop playing hide and seek.
Then, her obscure gesture invited a loud eruption.
She won. She was lost forever in that unpleasant reek.
The romantic season changed. It was then political. 

Fiction-55: Twinkle

“Twinkle, Twinkle.”

“Yes, Uncle?”

“Missing Papa?”
“Yes, uncle.”

“Don’t fear; now, I’m here”

“Thank you, uncle.”

“Want to go out?”

“Ok, Uncle.”

“You must be tired. Want to sleep?”

“Yes, uncle”

“Come closer; I will tell you a bedtime story.”
“Ok, uncle.”

“Now, let me kiss you a sweet goodnight”

“NO, uncle...

Please, uncle…

STOP!”

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Posted under 'The Nine Flavors'

Flavor: Disgust (Bhibatsa) 

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-Ashish

Fiction 55: Two Shades

David’s paintings and his charisma seduced Lisa on her very first visit to his exhibition. After the event, she couldn’t stop herself from inviting him over a supper and put before him a wedding proposal, which he couldn’t refuse.

On their wedding night, he buried her alive. 

Her rich, dead father’s property was now his. 

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Malhar dropped his daughter, Meera, to the new school. He saw her walk towards her classroom and remembering the first time he held her in his arms made him smile. 

“Goodbye, David.” She waved and entered the class. 

Malhar’s heart skipped a beat.

“What’s you name, little girl?” The teacher asked.

“Lisa” She grinned.

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Written under 'The Nine Flavors'
Flavor: Thrill/horror (Bhayanak Rasa)

Your entries are welcomed:

-Ashish

Fiction-55: Crush

She kept speaking for an hour. He kept gazing at her.

Her intoxicating allurement walked him into mystical reverie where he was the protagonist and she was his muse. A distant voice was calling out his name.

 “Malhar.

 MALHAR!”

“Wha- pa- present ma’am” 

he returned back from the cloud cuckoo land. 

The school bell tolled. 

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Posted Under 'The Nine Flavors'
Flavor: Love/attraction (Shringar Rasa)


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-Ashish

Fiction-55: The Blind Side

1.
He was waiting at a bus stop when suddenly he saw a blind man asking for help to cross the road. He decided to do a bit of good work and helped him. On reaching the other side of the deserted road, he got robbed. The blind man could see; he was a professional thug.

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2.
The activities of the ‘now-a-phenomenon’ thug increased every day. Though people stopped trusting in any blind person, one guy gathered courage to help a blind man one night. The blind man put his hands on the guy as a thankful gesture which was misread by the crowd. He was thrashed to coma. Trust was lost.

-Ashish

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Fiction -55: Lethal Love

They decided to meet at a very lonely street. The drizzling made the night even more romantic.
He brought her close to himself. He took in her aroma.
His next move made her desires light up. His insides were filled with her scent.
He held her gently and kissed her.
She was his last cigarette.

-Ashish

Fiction-55: The Footpath

After begging all day, he could earn a little to feed his two deprived kids. He bought some steamed curd rice packed in a newspaper scrap.
That was a delightful supper. With satisfaction, the man slept with his children, under a torn rug, on the roadside.
Next morning, the headlines said, “Hit-and-run case: 3 dead”. 

Fiction-55: The Surprise Gift

It was her fifteenth birthday. She left for school merrily. 
“Be back soon, there’s a surprise for you”, her mother had said.
All day she was eagerly waiting for the day’s last school-bell to toll.
Bell rang. She returned home to find some strange faces.
“Meet your new family”, her mother declared.
Her smile faded.  

Fiction-55: Envious Venom

It was the day his life was rewritten.

He returned home brightly from his first book’s success party after signing and shaking hands with his numerous followers.His right thumb was stinging, he ignored. 

As he removed his coat, a little scroll fell off his pocket.He opened the scroll. 
“Welcome to AIDS”, it said.

Fiction-55: The cupid diary

Their relationship was on a knife-edge until one day when she found his diary lying under his table while dusting their bedroom. She leafed to the latest entry.

“…I cannot afford to lose her. I still love her.”
Reading this, with tears of bliss, she paced and embraced him.

To himself, he winked, “Plan successful.”

Fiction-55: Last Wish

In his last moments, the old man only expected one last call from his ignorant NRI son. As a father, he fulfilled all his demands.
In return, he received only tyranny.

The phone astonishingly rang beside his pillow.
“Hello! Customer, our new tariff plans…” a voice said.

With unfulfilled wish, the old man stopped breathing. 

Fiction-55: Language lies

His family always antagonized him for not speaking his mother tongue. He felt awkward conversing in it. As a child, he used to speak but as he grew up in North India, he lost the habit.

On the day of his job recruitment, the interviewer asked, "Telugu occhuna?"

"Occhunu, sir", he lied.
He got the job.



*occhuna is do you know?
*occhunu is I know.