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[MicroFiction] A Stitch in Time.



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For Usha Devi, knitting was more than a recreation. For the past thirty years, each morning, with lips full of prayers, her hands swayed like an artist – that effortless motion guided by her heart's pure intuitions. Knitting was perhaps the purpose of her life.
One of these mornings, with a disdainful look, she denied permission to her son to visit the annual Kullu Dusshera Mela.

"Nine killed as a bus to Kullu Mela plunges into a valley." The news reader screamed.

With lips brimming with prayers that curved into a wry smile, her fingers resumed the ritualistic passion.



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[FridayFrame] Invoke the Guru within.





“Turn off your mind, relax and float down stream..”

The shoreline echoed in his ears. Each deep breath filled his lungs with the freshness of pristine surrounding.

The rustic bridge overlooking the crimson skyline laid a perfect setting for their daily séance.

He assumed the lotus position and gently closed his eyes.

With each passing wave, his body resonated at a higher frequency. 
The Guru smiled at his disciple’s allegiance. Now repeat after me.



Several moments later, He submerged into the vast ocean of consciousness.




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[FridayFrame] Violent Innocence.


"Jat agitation creates mayhem in several areas of North India..."
The news anchor monotonously announced the headline of the day setting my heartbeat quiver. 
"Several houses, dhabas (eating place) were savaged..." 
The reporter continued.
My throat parched. Paranoia gripped me.
"This dhaba is all that I have! Oh God! What would happen to my kids? What is the cause of this violence? Why don't humans realise we have been bestowed enough to co-exist peacefully? WHY?"
Stealing a glance at the empty cash counter I whispered a silent prayer.
My sons innocently argued over their game of chess.


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#FridayFrame: Castles Made of Sand.


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 A smile adorned my face as I watched him build castles made of sand.
We were at the beach! 

Reflection of the sun and sky in the vast sea embraced the father-son duo.
His animated features – laughter, dark hair, petite limbs - induced a plethora of flashbacks across my nimble mind.

"Look daddy! This castle is for you, me and mommy."

The curiosity in those eyes reminded me of hers. Memories fade away like wild waves.

 How to reveal a toddler the abstruseness of motherlessness?

 Kissing my feet, the sea waves slowly washed away the castle of nostalgic dreams!
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#Haiku : Inspiron.






Shimmering scintillating screen,

Clouds cover cast shadow.


Light! No illusion.
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Brothers.


“Besides hard work, perseverance and tincture of luck, what gives us the opportunity to stand here is the unfathomable faith we had in each other. Every passing moment we leaned on to each other’s shoulders, cherished every success together, rebuked each other during pitfalls...”
I choked while staring at the last picture of the slide.
“This couldn't have been possible without you brother. Thank you for giving me the shoulder. Wish you were here Mr. CEO!”

With tear filled eyes, I gazed endlessly at our favourite school photograph as the audience gave me and his garlanded picture a standing ovation.




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The Black Swan.




“What kind of dance form is this?!”

“How majestically her body swirls like a swan!"

Several awestruck spectators resonated with thunderous applauds.

The spotlight dimmed, as an ambient tone filled the jam-packed auditorium. A scintillating display of body movements left the audience cheering for more.

She obliged with a smile on her face.

As the music faded out, the black swan descended with her walking cane and black shades. She chose not to be escorted. 

The beaming smile on her face narrated tales of satisfaction as she bit her lips to prevent tears of anguish flow from her veiled eyes.


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Rise!


It happened during one of my retrospective sojourns by the lake side. Glancing down at my reflection I pondered upon the age old conundrum, “Who Am I?”

I remember briefly closing my eyes. An unexplainable euphoric joy gripped me. White light flowing over the surface of lake, created intricate ripples all over!

A hollow voice echoed hence, “Rise my son! For what you seek, thy must turn inwards. Rely not on the physical eyes, the light shall enter through the third…”

A reflection gleamed across the steps below, slowly dissociating amidst the ripples. I had risen!



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The Timeless Father.




“Are you going to take us home?”
The sun setting in the background radiated tears on my cheeks.
 “Here, hold this, and never lose it.”
“A watch!?”
 Her eyes sparkled with joy as she playfully snatched the time machine from my hands.
“Do you know where father is?”
I shook my head and tried to dodge the quizzical look in his eyes.
“Whose watch is this?”
“My father gave it to me when he went away…”
“Where did he go?”
I smiled.
“A beautiful place, where all fathers go, to take care of their kids. Forever!”





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Learning to Fly!


"How is it possible? He must be bluffing!"

"Nobody repeats the same mistake again!"

The show was about to begin. A year had passed since the fateful day. Cold sweat oozed through every pore of my body, as fear gripped tightly the seat of my 'special' bi-cycle.
A flick on the right handle bar set the wheels in motion, as amazed eyes from the crowd held their breath.

Ecstatically suspended mid-air, I stole a glance at my prosthetic lower limbs. Flashbacks bought back the familiar fear, as euphoric cheers greeted my perfect landing. 

I had learned to fly!


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The End.



"You look beautiful today.."
He looked deep into her eyes and heaved a deep breath.
"Don't..."
A deep blush spread from her head to neck as he playfully pulled the string of her backless dress.
"Are you sure about it?"
He nodded.


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Short of breath and profusely sweating, he stared blankly at the flickering bulb overhead, as a tear rolled from the corner of his eyes.
"I am sorry."
She didn't speak. It was the longest pause of the entire night.
"Please, don't ..."
She hastily picked her dress and left.


The quivering bulb overhead, died a natural death too.




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Ocean of Chaos.




Chaotic thoughts flashed across her nimble mind as she gazed into the distant skyline. Each stroke of white cloud communicated with her inner consciousness. She had always longed to be here – away from her dark past.


She could feel the ocean's warmth, inviting her with open arms. It had been a long battle for her. Slowly walking across the shoreline, her lips moved into a silent prayer for the gang of unruly men who were hanged to death for raping her.


A drop of tear submerged into the vast ocean of chaos.



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