Vultures gathered in the sky waiting for the feast to begin; the Elephant lay on the ground waiting for the inevitable.
Tag: Fiction
Tiny Story: The Death of Art
As the summer Sun blazed down his neck, he wondered whether he should just give up. With cheap plastic factory-made toys flooding the market, who would buy his handmade wooden toys?
But he had children to feed… May be, he should talk to that Contractor today and get a job as a labourer…
Tiny Story: Skin-heads
“Do you think we should tell him?”
“And what would you tell him? That his blind date left two hours back right after she saw him?”
“Sigh! I wish he understood that fair women like her don’t date dark men like him.”
Tiny Story: Caged
She looked at the sky
With the longing
Of a bird in a cage
Through the small window
In her marital home – her prison.
Tiny Story: The Breadwinner
When she left the house that night, she had tied a dupatta across her face. No one must see her.
Her trembling hands clutched the money she had ‘earned from the service’. Her children would not go hungry today…
Tiny Story: The Miracle Cure
I had a frustrating day at work. I was worried about timelines, office politics and impending performance appraisal.
When I returned home, my tiny daughter ran up to greet me. Once in my arms, she cupped my cheeks in her little palms. Looking in my eyes, she said, “Mommy! I love you!” She kissed me and ran back to her dolls.
She left me smiling from ear to ear…
Tiny Story: Hurt
Daughter: He broke my knee!
Mom:Â If I see the boy again, he will be sorry.
After 16 years…
Daughter: He broke my heart!
Mom: If I see the man again, he will be sorry!
Tiny Story: The Bygones
She watched in horror as her 80-years-old husband exchanged vows with a 40+ woman.
Tears flowed down her face. She knew he would not wait for long but, at least, he could have let her grave dry.
Tiny Story: The Beginning
I wondered why my toe had begun to hurt last night while I was sleeping. It still hurt.
Then, my Bestie limped inside the college, having stubbed the same toe at the same moment.
We laughed at the strange ‘co-incidence’, not knowing it was only the beginning…
-Based on our true story (D & Me)
Tiny Story: The Apologies
He looked at the tears flowing down her blackened eyes. He pulled her in his arms and, once again, said, “Sorry, Love! Just don’t make me angry again.”
Short Stories | Fish-eye Perspective 