F – Frock (A short fiction)

It was late in the evening, the 8 year old girl Divya had gone out to play. It was her birthday today, and she was wearing her favorite pink frock.

The pink frock has an interesting story behind it.

“Amma, I somehow need this pink frock for this birthday. Please buy me this, please.” she pleaded her mom.

Her mom was a coolie worker, whose daily wages were enough just to feed herself, Divya and her aging mother. Divya’s father had died when she was 3 years old. So there wasn’t much financial support from anyone for her mother. She was the sole earning member of the house.

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It’s not often that Divya saw something and desired to have it. She always understood that they never had that luxury of having whatever they wished. She understood, that they were born poor. But this was the first time, she desired to have something.

So her mother somehow saved some money to get that pink frock from the shop. It had cost her Rs. 1500/-. But the happiness on Divya’s face when she wore that dress on her birthday, priceless.

She was eagerly awaiting for her happy daughter to return home after playing. That’s when she saw Divya entering the house.

As soon as she entered home, she immediately went to the small area which was partitioned like a bedroom with the help of a big cloth. She removed her pink frock and flung it away.

Her mom was upset. “Why would she do that?” she thought. So she called Divya and asked her. She was not in the mood to talk anything. She didn’t say a word.

“Ok, I have prepared chapati for dinner, your favorite. Come, let’s eat. Amma is hungry.” she said.

“No ma. I am not hungry today. Please, you have dinner.” Divya said.

After trying to force her to come to eat, a couple of times, she stopped.

What goes through a 8 year old girl? How could she know. She might have had some silly fight with some friend. Maybe someone told her that her frock isn’t good.

That’s what her mom was thinking. That’s when she observed Divya, picking up her diary and writing something. She had this habit of writing a diary. She would write something, color something, paste some pictures in that diary.. She never interfered in her daughter’s things, as she never understood what she wrote. She wasn’t educated and couldn’t read English. In fact, she could just speak in her native language.

But that day, she was curious to know what she had written and why she threw away her favorite pink frock, for which she had desired for since long. So after Divya slept, she went near her, kissed her forehead and picked up the diary. She opened the door carefully and went to her neighbour’s house, where a girl, roughly of around 14 years old, was reading her text book.

“Hey, you know to read right? Can you please read the last entry in the diary.” she pleaded with her, because she knew she was interrupting her studies.

But she acknowledged. The girl knew that she had never asked for something like this before and felt it was very important. So she read it.

She flipped the pages to reach the last written page. It read

“Today, on my birthday, my mom brought me my favorite pink frock.

I was so happy, but now I am not.

I wouldn’t have wore that pink frock.

Now I know why Mom didn’t buy me one for a long time.

Mom told that it was very expensive.

Mom told that it was meant only for rich people and not for poor.

But she didn’t tell me the real reason.

The real reason is, If I wear that pink frock, that uncle at the opposite of my house will lift it up and play with me like a toy.

Why didn’t she tell me that?

He also threatened me not to tell mom because he would hurt me, if I did.

So, I am writing it here. Why mom? Why didn’t you tell the real reason despite knowing it?

Here after, I would never wear that pink frock, in my entire life.”

The End

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Dear readers, please feel free to comment/critique my stories. It would be of immense help.  In case you already don’t know, I am writing this as part of the A to Z short story challenge

Here are the other stories that I have written as part of this challenge :

A – Addiction (A short fiction)

B – Bookmark (A short fiction)

C – Critic (A short fiction)

D – Drip (A short fiction)

E – Escort (A short fiction)

F – Frock (A short fiction)

G – Greed (A short fiction)

H – Hero (A short fiction)

I – Insomnia (A short fiction)

J – Jigsaw (A short fiction)

K – Kick

L – Landline (A short fiction)

M – Minute (A short fiction)

N – Novel (A short fiction)

O – Overtime (A short fiction)

P – Proposal (A short fiction)

Q – Quarter (A short fiction)

R – Revenge (A short fiction)

S – Sunlight (A short fiction)

T – Typewriter (A short fiction)

U – Useless (A short fiction)

V – Vendetta (A short story)

W – Wild (A short fiction)

X – Xylophone (A short fiction)

Y – Yogurt (A short fiction)

Z – Zoo (A short fiction)

Please do take your time to read and drop in your comments.  Thanks.

Ribo turns hostile!

[If you don’t know about the character Ribo, he is my Writer’s Block.  Please read my previous posts Ribo – A short fiction and My Tryst with Ribo continues and Ribo gets outside support to understand his motivations, the way he works and our conversations. Those who know about Ribo, carry on with this post.]

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Last time around, Ribo promised to break the writer me.  I’m afraid, he almost managed to do so.  Here is the conversation we had.

“Ribo. Ribo. Ribo. I am starting to hate you.” I said.

“Hahaha. I told you, I would get to you one day.” Ribo said.

“Yeah, for now. I accept that you got the better of me.”

“Now that I have an upper hand, I will put more pressure and will eventually break you buddy, as if you aren’t broken already.” Continue reading

A desire so strong!

 

 

A desire so strong,

It all went wrong.

 

I am consumed by your lust,

With passion, making me burst.

 

I know you are not mine always,

Anytime, we can part ways.

I still remember our meeting that went wild,

I ended up playing with you in bed like a little child.

How I wish that meeting didn’t happen.

How I wish I didn’t fall for you often.

When we meet, you push me to the edge of ecstasy.

A breakup?  I don’t fancy.

I don’t care if you have a family.

When you are with me, just make love to me happily.

I promise I won’t spoil your life,

Ever, I don’t want to be your wife.

I just want to be your mistress,

Just remember, I am here to relieve your stress.

 

 

I know I am making a sin.

But when you visit me, don’t ever ask me “May I come in?”

— By the other woman!

 

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Writing after a long time.  This post is just to get into the groove.

Ribo gets outside support

[This is almost real with little fiction. If you don’t know about the character Ribo, he is my Writer’s Block.  Please read my previous posts Ribo – A short fiction and My Tryst with Ribo continues to understand his motivations, the way he works and our conversations. Those who know about Ribo, carry on with this post.]

Ribo challenged me last time that he would come back stronger.  Bad news was he did.  Let’s see how our conversion went.

Me: My mind is blank right now.  I can’t think.  It’s like a blank page now.

Ribo: Hey, I told you.  I will find newer and newer ways to make you not write.  I tried confusion to unsettle you.  It didn’t work out.  You wrote about what was bothering you and in turn about me.  I needed some other tool to block you.  By God’s grace, Your work at office increased and also Prime Minister Modi’s move helped me.  It served as a much needed distraction.  You haven’t wrote anything for two weeks now except the viral whatsapp message.

Me: Hmmm. You had me, this time.  But I won’t allow you to distract me for long.  That’s why I am writing now.  About you.  My conversation with you.

Ribo: Don’t you think you have deviated from your goal of writing short stories?  I mean what are you? Are you a short story writer? Or a blogger or a little bit of everything? What the hell are you anyways?

Me: I am what I am.  I want to write fiction.  But occasionally I also want to share my knowledge or my learning to other reader/writers.

Ribo: Oh. Hell with that. Come on. Take a decision now.  What are you?

Me: I am a Writer.

Ribo:  What kind?

Me: It doesn’t matter as long as i am honing my writing muscles.

Ribo: This won’t fetch you any money. This won’t fetch you any popularity.  This won’t build an effective reader base.  Your readers wouldn’t know what kind of writer you are.  When they come to your blog, they wouldn’t know what to look forward to.  Don’t you think you are doing rubbish?

Me: Stop that Mr. Ribo.  Don’t you think you are going overboard?

Ribo: No.  Not at all.  Why the hell aren’t you answering my question yet?

Me: See, I actually thought about it.  I tried to stick to one thing.  But I couldn’t.  Basically I don’t work that way.  Like many human beings.  Different things motivate me.  Different things move me.  So I do want to write about different things, different people, on different subjects.

Ribo: Oh. Come on. Stop that shit.  I think you don’t know what’s your vision.

Me: My long term vision is to make an impact in someone’s life through my writing.  My short term vision is to connect with my readers by writing good stories/posts.  That’s it.  I am doing a decent job at that.  Few people are liking what I write and engaging with me.  That’s all I need at the moment.

Ribo: Yeah, I see that.  But anyways what you are doing will lead you nowhere.

Me: See Ribo, I do care about your views, but I disagree with them.  I believe all this will lead to something bigger.  I do not see the end now.  But I am confident that this would help in the long run.

Ribo:  I don’t think so.  I think you should start focussing on one topic and write about it.  Otherwise better quit writing.

Me: Quit writing? What do you think? I will quit that easily. Maybe there will be some off days. But I promise I won’t quit.

Ribo: Then, change your direction.  I really don’t like your direction.

Me: No. Sorry.  I won’t.  I really like what I am doing.  And I will continue doing that.

Ribo: [Having lost on ideas] You are a tough nut to crack, you idiot.

Me: Yeah.  I told you.  Whenever you are blocking me, I will write about you.

Ribo: I see.  You have written many posts about me.

Me: Yeah. If that helps other writers, I am not so sure.  But it’s helping me for sure.

Ribo: Oh come on.  You are going to make me jobless.  No. No. No.  What am I saying?  I will try to come up with more innovative ideas to keep you off writing.

Me: Try your luck.  In fact, every time you block me, I am writing about you and I get a feeling that I am getting stronger by the day.  I feel much better now.  In fact, I feel much more clearer in my vision.

Ribo: That sucks.  I will try to break you, buddy.

Me: I will sign off with one of the quotes that I wrote.

You can beat the shit out of me, bring me down to my knees, but I promise I will rise again. Better and stronger.

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My tryst with Ribo continues…

This is almost real with little fiction. If you don’t know about the character Ribo, please read my previous post Ribo – A short fiction. Those who know about Ribo, carry on with this post.

As expected, after I shut Ribo down, Ribo came back stronger, this time with more purpose. But I am not going to give in that easily. So, we had this conversation when I sat down to write.

Ribo: “Hey, buddy, you are too tired to write today.”

Me: “But, I haven’t written yesterday too. I was busy applying for blogadda.  So I wanna write today at any cost”

Ribo: “Yeah, I know.  But it’s not a waste of time.  Is it? You have gained something.”

Me: “Yeah, I have. But the point is my goal was Write daily except probably weekends.”

Ribo: “Oh, come on, you are too tired today. Take the day off.”

Me: “Nope, I can’t. Sorry. I am gonna write anyway today.”

Ribo’s face droops again. Continue reading