Kabir enters his gloomy apartment, opens a chilled can of Heineken and plonks himself down on the sofa.
Today is his 30th birthday and he has no one in this goddamn city to celebrate with.
“Living 8000 miles away from home sucks!”
The phone beeps…another Facebook notification…but nothing from Ma.
He taps the first number on his dial list of ‘favourites’.
In despair, he throws the phone away….kicks off his shoes and loosens his tie.
A few kilometres away, at the airport, a shy fifty-something woman, in a printed polyester sari, nervously boards a cab.
“Morris Park, Bronx, please.”
P.S: I have been taken with this hugely popular micro-fiction writing trend lately. The challenge to tell a story within a limit of 100 to 200 words is enormous, and so is the reward. Planning to write some more in the coming days. Please keep dropping by if you are a fan of micro/flash fiction 🙂