tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-64518698243844645522024-02-07T20:13:48.325-08:00shortstoriesAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17867663143169106673noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451869824384464552.post-79669040224209449562016-11-03T02:21:00.000-07:002016-11-06T09:41:19.335-08:00S32: "The Beloved Railway track"
I woke up to the drizzle which was falling on my face
through the window, the soft sprinkles of rain accompanied by a pleasant
wind. Slowly, I opened my eyes rubbing off the rain drops on my face. I saw a
train passing by which was making no noise and was going very slowly and calmly.
I felt as though it was tip toeing its way out so as not to disturb my sleep.
My relationship with the Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17867663143169106673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451869824384464552.post-22264953741595683422016-08-10T14:17:00.001-07:002016-10-27T10:26:15.716-07:00S29: "Thoughts"
‘Where am I’, Ria asked herself looking around. Everything
was black and smoky.
The entire place was surrounded with black fog and she had no
idea where she was.
‘Hello’, she whispered.
‘Umm..’, she cleared her throat and said,’ Is anybody there?’.
‘Are you lost sweetheart?’ a female voice echoed back to her.
‘Ummm’, she restrained to reply at first. But then, ‘I don’t
know Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17867663143169106673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451869824384464552.post-14480308716438584642016-08-08T13:55:00.000-07:002016-11-10T02:59:42.420-08:00S31: "The Little kite"
He was
sitting in the balcony, his little hands holding the grills of the balcony. He
was looking at the children who were playing on the street.
He stood up
and ran inside the house to his dad and asked, ‘Is she out?’
His enthused
innocent eyes were looking at his dad.
‘Not yet.
You have to wait for six more months’ kittu’, he said and patted his hair.
‘Six more?’,
kittuAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17867663143169106673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451869824384464552.post-6001562498760410342016-05-20T13:08:00.000-07:002016-05-21T00:52:46.787-07:00S28: "The Scare-Crow"
‘Is it necessary to go brother? Our entire summer holidays
will get wasted. It will be so boring at grandma’s house’, bunty said.
‘Yeah I know, but its fine bunty. She wanted to see us since
many years’, kiran said packing his bag.
‘I am going to pack all my video games and your books. I
don’t know what she is doing there alone in that house. I think she should come
and live with us’, Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17867663143169106673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451869824384464552.post-78342058262165210292016-05-16T07:37:00.000-07:002016-05-16T07:38:53.685-07:00# My Blog's Happy Birthday !
May 16..
My baby blog turned one!
It’s been a year since I started blogging. When I first got this thought of writing a blog, I had so many second thoughts.
Firstly, I am a very commitment phobic
person, and running a blog is a huge commitment. You have to treat it like your
boyfriend, who needs continuous nurturing and pampering.
But somehow I tried to keep up to it(well most of theAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17867663143169106673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451869824384464552.post-13085147271535169632016-04-15T09:14:00.000-07:002016-04-17T02:24:52.601-07:00# My First Published Story
It's like my little baby girl who was always playing in my
lap and stuck to my bosom started to walk. She took her first baby steps.
15th April 2016-The day which is going to get
marked with the pink sketch.
It was a mundane day, which started with a weary driving
class in the blistering sun followed by the random vexations from the people on
the road for my bad driving.
After Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17867663143169106673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451869824384464552.post-73395086794776783572016-03-25T15:05:00.000-07:002016-03-25T15:05:08.789-07:00S27: "Harry, Ron and Hermione"
She took out her jacket and zipped it up to her neck, wore her snow boots and looked outside the room through the window.
Everything was covered with lumps of snow. It was like the whole town was scooped up with vanilla ice cream.
The sun’s direct glare attempted to dust out the snow from the roofs, the cars and the trees. But he could only melt them a little.
The dangerously cold weather Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17867663143169106673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451869824384464552.post-17889629665385027242016-03-15T09:05:00.001-07:002016-03-15T09:05:58.389-07:00S26: "A Boomerang"
‘You can’t do that’, she heard a husky female voice from the
other room.
‘I don’t want to take the risk’, another familiar voice
replied.
‘But that’s not possible’, said the same female voice again.
She took a few steps forward to hear the murmurings. She
stood at the other side of the door and now she can hear the voices more clearly.
‘Are you sure you are going to do this?’, theAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17867663143169106673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451869824384464552.post-47649307664213411602016-02-15T10:23:00.000-08:002016-03-05T09:21:55.221-08:00S13: "Time Changes Everything"
Her flight was 30 minutes late. She just attended her
son’s funeral in Delhi and was going to her friend’s place in Mumbai.
In the airport, she walked to the Starbucks cafe and
ordered a coffee. She placed her handbag and the remaining things on the table
and had a seat.
She took her phone, opened the gallery and started
reminiscing with her memories. The first photo she saw was a happy Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17867663143169106673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451869824384464552.post-4010447121909901342016-02-13T08:35:00.000-08:002016-03-03T12:33:22.460-08:00S25: "My Super Hero"
She was sitting in her 5B class with her bag on the desk and
her eyes stuck to the floor.
Her bangs covered her forehead but she wished they could
have covered her entire face so as to hide from this world.
She was shy and timorous. She always stay quiet in the class,
not socializing with anyone.
She gets bullied all the time but she tends to ignore acting
like she is deaf and theyAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17867663143169106673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451869824384464552.post-25992873789228320642016-01-21T12:59:00.000-08:002016-02-24T12:16:52.892-08:00S24: "I don't want to be a GIRL"
Up in the heaven...
God was sitting on a white big cloudy chair and there was a
line of embryos in the shape of square boxes which are ready to go to earth.
They were queued up and God was checking the details of their
previous life and was deciding what they have to become in their new life.
‘Next’, he said adjusting his half-moon glasses.
A square box walked towards him. He Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17867663143169106673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451869824384464552.post-12000772459465028742016-01-21T02:08:00.000-08:002016-02-04T23:11:50.169-08:00S22: "Where Do Babies Come From?"
It was Sankranti- I enjoyed this festival when I was a kid,
more precisely until marriage.
Before marriage, I wake up early and get ready in my new
dress until which all the preparations were probably be finished and I gulp
some laddus and other sweets. Make puja and ask god to make all my fantasies come
true and again attack the sweets. It’s more like ‘Sweetsival’- getting more
delicious Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17867663143169106673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451869824384464552.post-64204858595417924482016-01-20T12:47:00.000-08:002016-09-06T08:30:08.140-07:00S21: "What The Anniversary"
Tomorrow was our 1st marriage anniversary, my
mind ditched me and stopped working. I had no idea what to do to make the day
special.
‘Good morning honey, bring me some coffee’, I said with a
newspaper in my hand.
She was standing on a stool and was cleaning the spider
webs.
‘Coffeeee ‘, I said penetrating my head into the newspaper.
Suddenly with a thud, she fell down from the Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17867663143169106673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451869824384464552.post-55755105285297840232016-01-01T03:30:00.000-08:002016-02-01T17:08:13.254-08:00# 2015- A Rewind
2015..
It was mostly filled with packed bags and bus tickets. It
was more travel.
The year started with an epic trip with my friends and ended
with a pleasant and peaceful birthday of mine.
In this year, one of my besties got married and the other
two devastated me and flew to USA.
The year was mostly filled with ample of ‘what the eff’
moments.
The only good thing I did was Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17867663143169106673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451869824384464552.post-33437622795765285352015-11-19T10:04:00.000-08:002016-02-04T23:11:50.184-08:00S19: "Rain and The Rainbow"
There were huge unremitting rains all over. Even without a
tea break, the rains were continuously taking over the place. The thunders were
accompanying the rains. It’s like both were dancing on their feet untiringly. It’s
been a week since the entire place was covered with the blanket of clouds and
was dim and gloomy. Dams were overflowing and the entire place was shivering
without sunshineAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17867663143169106673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451869824384464552.post-21859324511243773012015-11-04T00:44:00.000-08:002016-03-03T09:53:56.225-08:00S17: "Tinku-The Rascal"
The entire house was decorated with flowers; all the
curtains were changed into new shining ones. The house was sparkling. The
essence of Diwali was scattered everywhere. The sounds of the bombs were being
heard regularly from the surroundings. The fragrance of the sweets was
colliding with each other from the neighbouring houses fighting that they
are the sweetest. All the special programmesAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17867663143169106673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451869824384464552.post-27747402656163930112015-10-30T12:25:00.000-07:002016-02-04T23:11:50.180-08:00S16: "The Parent-Teacher Meeting"
It was around 8pm, he returned from the office. He dropped
himself along with his bag on the couch.
‘Baby, I am so tired today. I interviewed hundred engineers
and selected 20. It was hectic ’, he said loosing up his tie knot.
‘You want some coffee Abhi?’, I asked picking up his bag
from the couch.
‘No baby, I had enough coffee today. By the way where is Sunny? Did he have his dinnerAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17867663143169106673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451869824384464552.post-58432715593511910372015-10-23T02:02:00.000-07:002016-02-04T23:11:50.191-08:00S15: "True Love"
She was sitting on the beach watching the frisky waves, the
sand castles, the chuckles and the giggles.
She was writing something in her dairy. The wind was very
flirtatious and her hair was being playful and was compelling her eyes to see
the ebullient waves but not the dairy. But she ignored everything. She was
writing intensely, scribbling and even tearing off the pages.
She was Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17867663143169106673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451869824384464552.post-53014088167185438292015-10-22T22:57:00.000-07:002016-03-03T04:09:44.046-08:00S10: "My First Date"
He
took my hand and slipped the ring on my finger. The atmosphere was more
funny than romantic. That moment I saw something shining in his hair.
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17867663143169106673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451869824384464552.post-31006129223782173492015-10-19T07:05:00.004-07:002016-02-04T23:13:19.227-08:00S14: "Twinkle and the Tooth fairy"
Twinkle banged open the door and came running to her mom
dragging her school bag on the floor ‘Mommm, where are you?’.
‘Hey sunshine, how is your day?’, asked her mom assembling
all the spoons on the dining table at perfect angles.
‘Mom listen’, she left her bag in the middle of the way and
started pulling her mom’s dress.
‘What happened?’
‘Mom, today in school, I heard about the Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17867663143169106673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451869824384464552.post-45230057325989515212015-09-30T11:25:00.005-07:002016-02-04T23:13:19.230-08:00S11: "The ‘WHY’ day"
It was around 6 am and I was made
to sit in the middle of the hall and my parents were in a deep discussion,
making a few phone calls and walking here and there. I was sitting on the sofa
lingering in my sleepy hangover. None of their words were reaching my eardrums
and somehow I slept. A pillow suddenly came with a speed. It hit my head and
conquered over my sleep. I woke up and sat there Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17867663143169106673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451869824384464552.post-90603063589575825592015-09-07T07:22:00.000-07:002016-02-04T23:13:19.259-08:00S1: "My Vacation with Minnie"
During my summer holidays, I usually spend most of the days at my brother's place in Vizag. They live on the beach road from where we can see the glimpse of Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17867663143169106673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451869824384464552.post-56261138183323622832015-09-06T07:14:00.000-07:002016-02-04T23:13:19.246-08:00S9: "A Cup of Coffee and A Scoop of Vanilla"
It was a sunny day and was around
11 am, I went to CCD, ordered a cup of cappuccino and I sat on the chair where
WE always sit.
I was sitting there peeping through the window into the
petrol bunk next to it.
‘Oi’, he smiled. ‘Here’, he gave me the two extra sugar
packets which I asked for. He sat in front of me callously eating the vanilla
scoops.
My eyes laid totally on him, Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17867663143169106673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451869824384464552.post-46129383164600933152015-09-04T02:47:00.001-07:002016-02-04T23:13:19.235-08:00S8: "Prince and The Unknown Bane"
Between the rustling of the trees, the hide n seek of the rabbits
and the deer who are running for life, came the prince on a black horse with an
arrow in his hand aiming at the deer.
He has a muscular body with enticing blue eyes. He is wearing
a red velvet suit embroidered with black threads, a golden scabbard with a
knife in it along with golden boots up to the knee. He always likes to Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17867663143169106673noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6451869824384464552.post-87776183038096419352015-08-22T03:10:00.000-07:002016-02-04T23:13:19.256-08:00S7: "CHUMCHUM and the Choco-Jamuns"
One day in the morning, when the class was going on, the P.T.
sir came in and announced the notice about inter school competitions.
‘There will be Inter school competitions this weekend. U can
choose any sport like running race, slow cycling, quiz, cooking and many more.
The list will be pasted on the notice board. U can choose your own game but u
can’t choose your opponent. Anyone of Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17867663143169106673noreply@blogger.com0