Jubin was heading towards the last room of the row where the veranda ended. The second floor ends there. At 8 in the morning, sunlight
Category: Flash Fiction
Being a Mother is an Attitude
It was an unusually bright day and hot day. Neeta rushed through her daily chores. “Neeta, where are my socks, where is the blue file
Bond Beyond a Title
I can’t tolerate her cries anymore. I can’t withstand even momentary trouble happening to my Sarah. How can she bear the labor pain? More than
Special Bond
Courageous, loving, strong, and emotional were some sobriquets that describe her. Her birth name was Rajeev, but everyone called her Rajishree. Yes, she is transgender.
The Jute Bag
“May I?” He was polite. She gave an awkward smile and allowed him to take over. The jute bag was kept between herself and the
Lex Talionis
“May I?” asks Alastair solicitously, surprising me with his concerned tone. I nod in response, bracing myself. He brings his hands slowly towards my sleeve,
Fareena’s Dilemma
“May I know why my munchkin looks so grumpy today?” Meena asked her ten-year-old daughter Fareena, seeing her sullen expressions. “Mama! Why can’t I fart
Life is a Play
“So how do you want your hair today Mrs Jonas?”asked Lisa “Well a puffed hairstyle for my elite night today!” Lisa had succeeded her mother
An Intuitive Liar
Little Rini was a lovable and highly praised child till she turned six. Everything changed after that. She started narrating bizarre stories – stories of
The Biggest Liar
Proceedings for the day started at one of Nature’s lower courts with pin-drop silence as the judge, Master Sun, carefully read through the file. He
The Real Slim Shady
“We both know it’s true…” the lyrics floated out of Satyam Dasgupta’s trembling lips, transporting the enraptured audience to another world. She scanned the area
Mendacious Dealings
Rina held four-month-old Myra in her arms as she climbed the last bit of incline to reach Vaishno Devi. She was visiting the darbar accompanied
The Many Lies That You Will Tell Her
The first time you hold your daughter, you’ll relearn what it means to fear. Her soft skin, fluttering heartbeat, and her innocent gaze will melt
To Tell A Lie or Not
Last night went sleepless. The lie, she was bearing, became larger than life. It’s eating her from inside. She can’t count, how many times, she
Peek-a-boo
“Rabiya, start counting, will you?” Seema gently coaxed her three-year-old daughter to begin the peek-a-boo, Rabiya’s favorite game. “Ammi, where should I go to count
Bellyful of Lies
The dawn breaks at the Kalahari horizon; the ochre sunshine peeks through silken cirrus clouds. Nudged by mellow warmth, a gang of meerkats emerges from