Don’t you see them ?


42 word story!

Originally posted on Odds & Ends:

A childhood of neglect and distress make your life tart.

You nurse unhealed wounds, of loss and injustice.

Later, you learn to contemplate love, care, hope and happiness. In a trice, mellow birds start hitting your life ….and you feel no pain.


Word Count:  42
In response to Why do birds suddenly appear?”

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Unfading fights


Unfading fights – 42 word story

Originally posted on Odds & Ends:

During our childhood fights he always had won.

Today I helplessly watched him quarreling with his neighbor in the Alzheimer’s ward.

Martin, why are you fighting?

“I lost my Lucy long ago, I MISS HER.”

My heart broke, me being that Lucy.


Word Count:  42
In response to YeahWrite’s GargleBlaster grid #158 – Click on the image to see the other entries!

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Remembering MARQUEZ!


Remembering Marquez!

Originally posted on Odds & Ends:

Apart from the magical realism presented by Marquez, I always keep in my heart some of his touching words that remind me of all the love one could ever have. I often break down to tears just with the memory of them…this may sound weird at least to some one out there…But it’s a truth…I am happy that I am NOT a giddy and giggly type of person/reader, but a sentimental and hopelessly romantic one who has both feet firmly fixed on to the earth…I fly…only if I decide to….

It’s true that I am not a voracious reader. Still, most of us tend to love writers as we fall in love with their characters, actually with the souls of those characters. Your guess (if at all you are guessing) is right, like many, I use to have nonfictional feelings towards fictional characters.

Marquez never dies!

Think of love as a…

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“Do you see her much?”


42 words!

Originally posted on Odds & Ends:

Do you see her much?”  She asked.

“Yes, every day!” He replied.

“Why you wanted to cheat me?” Her eyes were teary, face red.

“I didn’t!” He told.

“How come you say that?” She blurted.

“Because she is my mother!”

He choked.


Word Count:  42
In response to YeahWrite’s GargleBlaster grid #157 – Click on the image to see the other entries!

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When will I be loved?


When will I be loved? – Daily prompt

Originally posted on Odds & Ends:

{In response to Daily  prompt}

I never had a clearer picture about this anytime before Daily Prompt asked me.

So here comes my answer. I believe I will be loved , once I become a published author, more precisely, a published short story author.
The world has enough novel writers, but not many short short writers.Writing brief and great, is both a pleasure and pain. And I love its beauty!
I am a big admirer of  Jamaica Kincaid’s style after reading her ‘Girl’.
One day, I would also be admired (no matter how small that lot is). They would enjoy and think about my stories.
And I would feel like heaven.
Recognition or material benefits? Never mind!
Being read is what any writer dreams, and by acceptance any writer is loved.

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