G – Greed (A short fiction)

“We shouldn’t have done this da.” Guna said.

“Look, we have started this. So, let’s go ahead and finish this off.” Daya said.

“I feel afraid. Look at him. He is just an innocent little kid.” Guna said pointing at the child laying down unconscious.

Daya sighed.

“Look Guna. I know it’s difficult for you. Your conscience doesn’t allow this. But think about the future for a moment. It’s two crore, it’s not a small amount. We can give back all our loans. Don’t you remember how badly the loan sharks abused us and our families. And with the remaining amount, you can buy back your old home, and I can live life like a rich guy. Besides, we are not harming this boy. He’s going to be safe.” said Daya.

Guna didn’t seem convinced. But remained silent, thinking something.

“Guna, look, this is the first and last assignment we are doing together. Once this is over, I won’t disturb you and we can part ways. But please don’t screw this up. I have been planning for this day ever since a year.” Daya said still trying to convince Guna.

“Hmmm. Yeah. Sorry, sometimes it’s disturbing. But yeah, it’s about our future.” Guna said.

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Guna was thinking about what his dad and mom went through in order to retain their home. He had to desperately buy back that home, or else the current owner was going to sell it off to the builders. It was his mother’s and father’s last wish that he bought back the home and stayed with his family. Continue reading

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.

D – Drip (A short fiction)

I feel something tapping my forehead, repeatedly, as I slowly regain my consciousness. I don’t know what it is and where I am, but it’s disturbing.

I try to shake my head, but I just can’t. Feel like, some object is stopping the movement and my head is stuck in one position.

As I try to open my eyes, I realize that it’s all wet around my eyes. Now I start to realize that it’s water drops dripping down drop by drop on my forehead.

I could trace the water droplets as one by one, each one of them drops on my forehead then rolls down towards my eyes and further rolls down my cheeks and into my neck. I could feel that my hair is getting wet as well.

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With much difficulty, I slowly open my eyes to see that the room was fully dark. I realize that I am in a lying position. I try to move my hands, legs but I couldn’t move them. Seems my hands and legs too are tied up. Continue reading

B – Bookmark (A short fiction)

I flick through the pages of a book. I’m at the fag end of the book. The book that I have been reading since a week. As I am reading, all of a sudden, I hear a vibrating sound near my book. I get startled. That’s what usually happens with me when I am deeply involved with something and I get disturbed.

“Amma calling” flashes in the mobile.

“Why is she disturbing me?” I think to myself.

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I pick up the call and “Amma, I will be starting in another 15 minutes ma.”

“Ok my dear, come carefully. The road might be lonely” she says.

“Ok ma. I will take care.”

No matter how much I grow up, mom will always be a mom. For her, i am still that little girl wearing a frock and flaunting a ponytail.

But how much ever I scold her, she is my biggest support. Especially after what happened in my life. Continue reading

A – Addiction (A short fiction)

“Promise. This is the last time I am going to drink.” I promised to myself and had another round of gin.

“Today, today is the last day, to be precise”

I have been trying to stop this deadly habit since two years.

I have always been a heavy drinker. Ever since my college days. My other friends knew their limits. But somehow I didn’t. I liked the imaginary world it takes me to. So I drink more and more. And usually, I would drink a lot and then pass out.

I never wanted to quit till they arranged a marriage for me. After that I really really wanted to quit.

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Ever since I got married, I reduced my drinking parties. I would reduce it to once every two days instead of everyday. I had told her about my drinking habits, but as most women think that they can make a bad man good, she thought so. Continue reading

Announcing A to Z short story challenge

You know what, craziness happens once in a while. And it happened yesterday night. So the CBC, in which I am a member, announced about they will be distributing book as a prize for the April A to Z challenge.

And there were discussions that this weekend was the deadline. So suddenly a thought came up. Can I write 26 blog posts in 3-4 days time?

As crazy as it sounds, the very thought of it challenged me. So here I am. Announcing that I am taking up the A to Z challenge.

Actually, I got supportive comments from two of my fellow members (Bragadeesh and Shree Janani).  That inspired me too. 🙂

But it does come up with a few challenges. All the posts has to be based on a theme.

So, we discussed micro fiction as a theme and it seems that it was ok.

So, I am trying to come up with rules for this challenge myself, so that I don’t end up cheating too much.

  1. So, it will be 26 short fiction
  2. Each post will be a minimum of 50 words
  3. It can be of different genre.
  4. The story would be edited, at least I would spend 10 minutes editing the stories.

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Rule no. 5 : The story needs to be good.  Worth reading.  It need not be great. But a reader shouldn’t feel that her time was wasted.

Preparation for this challenge:

So, drilling down the challenge a bit, I would have to write 26 stories in 4 days. So that makes it 6.5 stories per day. So let’s approximate it to 7 short stories per day.

Yesterday, I started picking a few words in A to Z that immediately made me think. I noted down those words in Evernote.  So that will save me sometime so that everytime I think of an alphabet, I need not go and search for a word.  I have a pre-filled list to get it from.

Even if I have one story per hour, I need to spend 26 hours in just the story writing. With two weekdays and two weekend days, maybe I could pull in those hours.

The challenge is daunting, but somehow I feel I could make it till the end. Let’s see.

So my dear CBCians, that’s what is so great about a like minded group. I would like to thank you for this unintended writing marathon challenge.

Update:

 

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)

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)

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.

Truly Stylish

Truly Stylish is not the one who wears an awesome jean,

Truly Stylish is not the one who wears stud in one ear to show off his coolness,

Truly Stylish is not wearing the latest modern dresses from the costliest store,

Truly Stylish is not the one who wears all branded clothes,

Truly Stylish is not the one who wears matching ear rings to her dupatta,

Truly Stylish is the one who, despite being in great trouble, goes forward to help others,

Truly Stylish is the one who, in this social media world, doesn’t care for the likes and the upvotes,

Truly Stylish is the one who cares for her fellow being,

Truly Stylish is the one who doesn’t care about being called Stylish.,

Truly Stylish is the one who are truly stylish from the heart!

 

– Just a random rant using the word prompt Stylish.