My Musings

Flash fiction is  fiction  of extreme brevity. There is no widely accepted definition of the length of the category. Some self-described markets for flash fiction impose caps as low as 300, while others consider stories as long as 1000 words to be flash fiction. [Source: Wikipedia]. The Below story is written in 200 words George loaded the revolver with the three bullets he had and fired two shots in air Bang! Bang!. Now it was just one bullet that kept his life from death. He was not sure if he was fighting his will to live or braving his audacity to die. He had been a loser all his life and now he wanted peace. He put the revolver to his temple and thought about everything that has gone wrong with him .He felt it right to let the bullet pierce his head and put an end to this sheer madness. He stared at himself in the mirror and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. He sighed, looked into the mirror and tried again.Nothing changed. He was furious with rage; he ...

“Appa, Appa!”, he could faintly recognize a distant ramble. The sound neither raising nor rescending.But it went on and on. He tried concentrating hard. “Do I recognize this voice?”. “I am not sure but I have heard it before”. He neither had the strength nor the will to open his eyes, turn his head and look at the little girl now seated comfortably on the chair beside his bed, continually trying to wake her dad. She had been adamant about this for almost an hour now. She wanted her dad to open his eyes, look into hers and grin broadly as he did everyday before seeing her off at the school. However hard her mother tried to stop her, the girl wont budge. Tears were rolling down her mother’s eyes. She was confused initially and now worried that something was wrong for she had not seen her mother cry for long. Her elder brother sat on the floor, his eyes gazing between his toes; never lifting his head to talk to her, to stop amma from crying or to awaken appa, who had been sleeping for tw...

At the end of the pathless woods Lie the unfrequented shores which silently bear the pain, of the winds and the waves settling their scores However ferocious, the waves carry a tender heart They bring the distant waters to the shores and return for their regular chores. The impertinence of waves comes with a touch of love Every time they touch the shores, they leave a part behind and carry a part from the shore along. I want to always be here Watching this intimate game I find pleasure in the boisterous waves and tranquility on the silent shore Its not that I love the humans less, But I love the nature more.

Every afternoon, beneath the banyan tree; Play children,happy and carefree. Skipping stones, collecting pebbles Eating ice creams and fighting for roubles. Bigger and bigger, bubble they blow When it bursts, they cheer and glow. Few lucky bubbles escape and float. unless the bubbles burst the children cannot gloat. They chase the bubbles, trying to strike success and failure they enjoy alike. Laughter erupts when some bubbles perish, Bubbles of happiness, the children cherish

(Based on an anonymous transcript) As I pass through this mystic land all I see is but the golden sand. Wind, the master of desert; Plays the song The dunes are but neigh to dance along. The wind blows moving the grains to and fro; giving them the life they much desire, a reason to exist, compete, feel and persprire. Sometimes a mighty storm uproots the very foundation of the dune. Sometimes a gentle breeze shapes the features and puts it back to tune. The dunes change form continuously yet their essence survives One wind leads them to perdition and another revives. Eons have passed Yet the winds continue their game The dunes eagerly await for their elixir to come and proclaim.

Looking forward anxiously to meet my childhood friends :) You have areat sunday :0)

Hey met madhumala, sirish and Pai today. Wat more do u except when the masters of pjs clash?? more PJs, better PJs and new pjs. The lunch @ roomali with a view, followed by a street chat and then into Indiranagar coffeday. Had a gr8 time and this will go long down in the memory lane. Did I tell you that the CAFERATTI google groups accepted me?? Oh yes! they did. Looking forward to do something useful here :) had a great weekend. Hope even u enjoyed good night