You’re experiencing Empty Nest Syndrome. How’s that even possible? I’ve tried to keep myself busy after Dave left for college. Have you thought about pets? They help in alleviating loneliness. I am not an animal lover. Dogs and cats are too high-maintenance. How about a bird then? 277 Characters Written for Twittering Tales #117 –… Continue reading A new companion
His back ached when he tried to turn over and gauge at the situation before him. Grains of sand stung his partially opened eyes as he let out a sigh of despair. Nope, he wasn’t dreaming after all. God knows how long he had been lying there in the middle of the desert. An endless… Continue reading In the Desert
Little Roni stayed up all night waiting for Santa. Despite her parents’ affection-filled entreaties, the girl refused to go to her room and sat up by the Christmas tree in the hope of welcoming the portly man when he slides down the chimney at night. Last year, she was pretty upset with the gift she’d… Continue reading Santa Claus is coming to town
This isn’t a story about extraordinary bravery nor is this about extraordinary men. In fact, it is an ordinary story of an ordinary man who lived an ordinary life in an old shanty town. He would arise and leave for work at the wake of dawn and come home tired and weary after sundown. This… Continue reading Ordinary Men!
Her eyes ran through the dimly lit room, scrutinising every object. The crumpled silken sheets were frayed at the edges, the satin flowers embroidered on them had lost their sheen; splotches of sweat mixed with dirt collected over the cushioned headboard were in dire need of scrubbing; the faded lampshade on the bedside table had… Continue reading The motel room
I love those unexpected moments when I am lying awake in bed counting sheep, a brilliant idea strikes me and then I drift off to sleep with a resolve to write it the next day. Wake up next morn only to realize I forgot it all&then I beat myself up for not writing it down… Continue reading Counting Sheep
The wailing of wounded soldiers traversed through his ears and jolted him back to his senses. With great effort, he opened his swollen eyelids and peered around. The sky was cauldron black; the earth was slippery, sodden with blood oozing from gaping wounds and splayed innards. Sounds of sizzling fire arrows, swords clanging and tearing… Continue reading The Warrior