Posts Tagged ‘Fiction’


Posted: March 4, 2015 in Author's choice, Fiction
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“Do you think it’s that easy? One day you will make a mistake and you will get caught. Don’t you care even a bit about your future?”

“What’s the point of worrying about the future if it disturbs your present? I prefer not thinking about it.”

“What present are you talking about? You’re an addict. There’s no coming back from the path you’re on!”

“I can’t help it. It makes me feel good, it’s the only way I can live with myself.”

“And what about everybody else? Did their present not matter to you when they were screaming for their lives in front of you? Did their voice not make your conscious bleed?”

“No. It soothed me instead.”

“Even that little baby girl?”

“Specially, that little baby girl.”

“You do realize you are everywhere in the news, don’t you? Not much time and they’ll know who was behind all those murders. You need to stop for good.”

“I will. Just… not today… I promise I won’t do it tomorrow…” he smiled.

“Alright…” he smiled too.

This whole serial killer tag was too heavy for him… This everyday conversation with the mirror was the only way he could redeem himself.


The reply.

Posted: December 14, 2014 in Fiction, Issues
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“How many times should I apologize for what happened? Don’t you see any other way?”

“I am afraid not.”

“Well… try to, I beg you! I’ll confess everything, I’ll go to jail! You’ve got to trust me over this.”

“Sorry, I don’t have time for all that.”

“I’ll give you money, whatever amount you say. We can make this work, think about it rationally!”


“Can you at least speak more!? Tell me what I can do… Is there anything else in your mind apart from a no?”

“I thought me not speaking up was the thing you liked the most about me, what happened now?”

“Listen, I am sorry, I know I was cruel and what I did was wrong, disgusting, and heinous… but how is this going to solve anything?”

“Funny you should ask that. Because for me, that’s the only solution.” Her grip on the gun got tighter, she took her hand towards the trigger and pulled it. He had only raped her, it was the world that killed her soul. This, was her reply.


Posted: November 5, 2014 in Fiction
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She sat in the airport, waiting for him.
It was almost empty, with one or two people appearing every now and then.

“He’s not coming ma’am, the flight couldn’t take off due to bad weather. Maybe tomorrow” The janitor said.

“Maybe tomorrow then.” She said with a dejected face and went away.

“Till when are you going to continue that? It’s been a month” The other janitor asked him.

“I don’t know. Since the day he died, my words seem to be the only hope keeping her alive” He replied.

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The plan.

Posted: October 28, 2014 in Author's choice, Fiction
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Mumbai. Marine drive, 1 A.M.

They say it’s a city that never sleeps,  and they aren’t wrong apparently. Yet there was something unusual about  what George just saw.

“Is that man trying to commit suicide?” He asked himself and went towards him, thinking he could do something about it.

“Hey” George shouted… “Yes, you… what are you doing?”

“Nothing”  that’s what the man said… but he was visibly scared like someone  caught him in the act. He was pretty sure George was a policeman.

George went closer to the guy… “Well your nothing looks like suicide to me sir.”

“No. I swear. I was just trying to look into the sea.” His voice started shaking.

A smile came to George’s face, his voice softened, “You can tell me what’s wrong. Trust me, I can help you”.

There  was something about George that opened up that man… The  expressionless face now started showing some emotions… “You are right.  I was trying to kill myself. I came to this city 3 months back to  become something and now I am a nobody. I have lost everything I had and  I don’t see any way out.”

For a moment George didn’t know how to  react. “I don’t know about you, young man, but I have seen similar  situations back in the day. One thing I know about life is that you  aren’t solving any problems by ending it, you are just choosing to  ignore them for eternity, thereby proving yourself a loser for a  lifetime. What can I call you by the way?”

The guy just looked at George like he wanted him to go on. “Sameer” he said.

“Look  Sameer, if I begin telling how many flaws are there in this self –  destructing plan of yours, we’ll probably need all night. I mean, who  thinks of killing himself on the freaking Marine Drive! But that’s not  what I’ll do… I’ll just say that no matter what your problem is, you  can always solve it with a peaceful mind. Killing yourself won’t take  you anywhere”

“I guess you’re right. What was I thinking! What would my parents do without me! I am so sorry” Sameer looked scared.

“So I believe you’ll be going back home and start a new life where you don’t kill yourself later?” George still had a smile.

“I believe so too. Thanks. You were of a great help to me.” Sameer smiled back.

George  looked at him as he walked… towards his home maybe… George’s mind  imbibed a feeling of satisfaction. After all he had saved two lives  today. Sameer wasn’t the only one who wanted to kill himself tonight.

It  was only after looking at Sameer that George realised how naive his own  plan was.

I wonder why I didn’t say it enough earlier. Probably you always made it look like it wasn’t required. David thought to himself. That’s what he wanted to write. He didn’t have enough courage to say it. It was hard for him to pen down on all his feelings. Not only was it the first time he was actually writing something, expressing so much was also new to him.

He continued to write.
“It was you who always said it’s never too late to do or say anything. Hope you’ll understand the reason I am late as well. I remember how you used to take care of me when I was a kid. I didn’t even realize you had to cut down your budgets just to get me that video game I always wanted. We were poor, even my daily milk was a liability on us. I don’t know why I never thought that why we stopped getting newspaper the day I took admission to middle school. The only thing I knew was how to start crying when I liked something someone else had and I didn’t. I never thought what all father had to go through to earn that much money so that you could get that thing to me. From ice creams to that batman dress, I think I used to cry a lot!”
A little smile crept David’s face as he remembered himself wearing that batman dress. It soon vanished when he also remembered how his mother wanted to take his picture in that but they didn’t have a camera.


He glanced at the letter once… then resumed…

“I’ve heard many people say that their mother is the best in the world. And probably they’re all right. After all, who except a mother can bear so much pain for so many months and then continue not to give up when it crosses the excruciating limits while giving birth. And that is the only time when someone coming from so much pain smiles seeing the result of it. A child, no matter how thankful and loving, can’t ever payback what his parents do for him. You did that all for me, and never made me feel anything even once.
When I wanted to go out of town for higher studies, you cried that day. The pain of separation from me was unbearable for you. But you didn’t let me know about that. For me you were always that strong woman who could fight the world for me and not let me feel a thing. It’s only today I know all of that.

Sometimes I think why did I not realize this, when I was sensible enough to realize what I wanted for my life and how to take my career forward. Hell… I even made sure my girlfriend was always happy. Why did you, the only one who always unconditionally loved me, have to face all that!?

I was successful… Probably more than you ever wished for. This success wouldn’t have been possible if it wasn’t for you, who made sure I never lacked courage in my life. But still, you weren’t the first one to know when I got my first client in business. I am not sure if a sorry would fill up even a bit of the huge void I created in all this time… but I want to know what I can do. I am clueless ma! And ironically, you’re the only one I can look up to.”

His eyes were moist by this time. Although he was happy inside that finally he was letting it all out.

“Just like many other kids in the world, I was selfish, senseless and not as loving as you. In the shadow of your love, I probably never saw what the actual heat of hardships felt like. Despite of all those troubles, you gave me all you could. And foolish me, I thought sending you money once I earn enough of it was enough to repay all you did for me.

Now that I think about it, I couldn’t even repay that with my life.

I know it is too selfish of me to ask something even now, the time when I feel you deserved a lot better than what I did. But I am still going to be that stupid kid one more time, and say it. I need you. I am too sad ma…! Just solve everything like you always did.”

David still thought it was incomplete. Then he wrote one last line. “I brought your favorite flowers, lilies. Love you.”

David got up, went a little forward and put the letter down; on his mother’s grave. He looked at it; a little tear fell down from his eyes on to the letter, completing it now.


The loner. (This is a post I’ve written for the Indian Bloggers League. Do check the link in the end 🙂 )

“A pack of bread, 4 eggs and ketchup, would you need anything else sir?” The girl on the billing counter asked Jim.

“No, that would be enough. Thanks” Jim replied, with a refreshing and warm smile just like always. His face had something about it that made sure anyone would want to keep looking at him. An innocent smile and expressive eyes, just added to that. He was about 30, taller than an average human being, a muscular well-toned body and a fairly handsome look. There was nothing visible about him at the first look that would not make any girl fall for him.

He drove back 20 miles, reached home, went inside and sat on his chair. Lost in his thoughts, thinking about his life… Just like any other day. Sitting on that comfortable chair and listening to the radio, this was his daily schedule. He lived a monotonous and simple yet lovable life. All he did from morning till evening was to wake up, make his breakfast, have a walk, sit on the chair and listen to the radio. It was only in the night when he worked for an hour, the time when his own little program was broadcasted on the radio. He used to give people advice, those who had lost something or someone important and those who found life too tough to be lived. People knew him as ‘Elvis’. He never revealed his real identity on the show to anyone, and used the name of the person whom he used to listen to the whole day. “The Elvis show” only on channel one… people used to wait for it. No one knew who Elvis is. He didn’t like to share. But he did have a great insight in life which he used to solve others’ problems.

He had been living in the outskirts of Manhattan for more than a decade now. Alan was the only friend he had out in the city. He used to work for Channel one. He was the guy responsible for getting him the Elvis show there. Alan was probably the only person who knew who Elvis was.
“Why don’t you come back to the city? You would have such a great fan following here! People want to know who you are.” Alan always told Jim. “I’m fine.” was all he could ever get from him.

He liked living alone… no people around, not any disturbances and no one asking him what he does… just a calm and natural environment with the occasional chirps of the birds breaking the silence.
No one really visited him there. Even the caretaker of the old building near his house had stopped visiting. It was a great place though. Nature at its best with the fresh dew starting your morning and the beautiful flora covering the lands almost as far as the eyes could see. Jim had quite carefully chosen the place after completing his college from New York and coming up to a decision that living in the city wasn’t his cup of tea.


“Excuse me, is anybody there?” A female voice on the door said.
“Yes, how can I help you?” Asked Jim, reaching to the door. A little surprised as it was quite unlikely for this doorstep to see anyone else but Jim.
“Hi, I am Monica. My car broke down almost one kilometer from here. I was looking for some help but there is no one around. Fortunately I found this place. I hope you don’t mind me disturbing you.” She said with a smiling face. She did look in the need of some help.

Jim inspected her top to bottom. She must have been in her late twenties. She looked charming, dressed well enough to be in some executive meeting.  “Yeah, why not. Come in.”

“So… tell me what happened” Jim asked her.

“Well I was going to the city, and as usual I chose to go against my father’s opinion of letting him drive me. And my car broke down while I was going through this area. I wonder why I even chose this route!”

“Maybe because you wanted to meet me” Jim laughed.

“Haha! I wish. So what are you doing here? This place is like… Remote! How do you manage?”

“Well I like aloneness. I think that people around you are just distractions.”

“Oh. I hope I am not distracting you too much.”

“Well I could say your beautiful attire is a little distracting.”

“Oh, so Mr. I like to live alone flirts too?”  Monica laughed, trying to ease into the company.

“We’ll see how that goes. Anyway, where is your car? Let’s get you to a mechanic, there is one around 5 kilometers, I will drive you” Jim asked.

“Actually I really want to be in the city by tonight. But the mechanic you mention was closed. I remember seeing the board on my way here.” Monica said, worried.

“Oh… Then we can’t do anything but wait till tomorrow! Do you see any other option?”

“I am afraid not. Would you mind if I stay here till then?” She asked.

“No. It’s fine.” Jim said. Although his usual smile dimmed a little. His sub conscious was clearly looking for other options.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, why not. Come on in. Make yourself comfortable.”

“So what do you do for a living?” Monica asked. Sipping the coffee Jim made for her. For a lone guy who found company uncomfortable, Jim was being a pretty good host. In an hour long of conversation with her, not even once did he make her feel bored.

“Nothing. I have a decent bank balance to let me live like this for a long time”

“Wow! So you just, stay here all day?”

“Yeah. I find nature very pleasing. Plus I am kind of a spiritual person and these trees seem to have an answer to all the life’s problems!”

“That’s just great.” Monica said… “As much as I don’t like sitting idle, I’d not mind taking a break and having a life like you. Isn’t it great how you can just forget all the tension and feel at ease?”

“I sense some personal issues there. Mind if I ask?” Jim never liked beating around the bush.

“Well… I live a corporate life. Everyone chasing each other trying to have a beautiful life and wasting what they have! It’s a rat race.”

“Have you ever seen a eucalyptus tree?” Jim asked.

“No, why?”

“Well my rule of being in a corporate is that be like a eucalyptus tree. Have decent characteristic to cure people, but your growth must be a threat to those who don’t like you. Not to mention have a complicated name which makes you sound important.”

“Do you have a solution for everything? In the last few minutes you’ve told me so many things!” She exclaimed.

“I don’t like to brag but there exists a solution for every question. And I seem to know it all” Jim winked.

“I think I’ve heard that before!” Monica’s face lit up. While Jim realized what he did right then.

“That’s a line from the Elvis show!” She exclaimed. “Are you a regular listener?

“Actually, I am Elvis. I like to solve people’s problems.” He smiled. It was the first time he ever told someone his secret.

“Great! It feels great meeting a guy who has no problems in his own life. He solves others’ instead.”

“That’s not true. I also have problems. It’s just that I can’t solve mine. So I concentrate on solving others’.”

“Really? What kind of problems?”

“Do you think I enjoy staying alone? My parents died when I was 13. I was an exceptional reader and learner. But I couldn’t make it to one good university for post grad because I couldn’t mix up with people. I felt abandoned every moment of my life and now I’m here, listening to over 10 people every day how much ruined their life is!”

“I’m really sorry, I had no idea about that. That must be hard on you.”

Monica had started showing real concern for Jim, now that she knew he was Elvis, the guy who had been an emotional support for so many. And she was getting to see the real him.

“So what do you do when all this becomes too much for you?” She asked, as they started walking inside the house.

“I take a walk, like we’re doing now. Think about the things, just vent the frustration out.”

“Must be tough since you don’t talk to people!” She said, as she looked towards the stairway going towards a small room.

Jim guided her in. The room had a shelf, with many small boxes containing human eyes in them.

Her feet froze right where they were… she counted the boxes. “Is that…? Are you a…. You… kill people…! 15 murders!!!” She stammered.

Jim came near her and whispered, “16”.


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