Showing posts with label shortest stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label shortest stories. Show all posts

Monday, September 8, 2014

Moments # 36

Son had asked, “Why Abraham Lincoln fought for black people when he was a white himself?” Mother thought for a while and answered, “Lincoln was intelligent, he knew the truth.” Son’s wide and curious eyes made her continue, “You have read physics right? And you know that any color is anything but that color.” Son nodded enthusiastically. She continued, “If we see Negroids as black and other races as white, then think what their actual colors are…” Son jumped in joy! He knew the truth now, to remember always.
Color

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Friday, September 5, 2014

Moment # 35

All the time she continued to drift between dreams and memories. Finally when she woke up, it was dusk. Her eyes kept waiting for the shoreline
Dreams & Memories

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Location: Mumbai, Maharashtra, India

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Moment # 34

“If epics are all about metaphors,” she said, “then who loved Sita more? Raama, who wanted her to go through that fire ordeal, or Raavana, who waited for her consent even though he had the capacity to rape her?” He did not enjoy complexity. He glanced at her and understood she wouldn’t let go. Debate continued, arguments offered for and against the “so-called” protagonist and antagonist. The tired couple went to sleep cuddling each other, without a conclusion.
Epic & metaphor

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Monday, August 18, 2014

Moment # 33

They did not get to see each other for decades….. His longing for her gave way for adventures. Her love for him created folklores. The bond was made of unknown elements. The affinity remained a mystery. Their story never ended.
The bond

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Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Moment # 32

The horror had halted to an end...Finally. Unconscious bouts of relief made him more thankful to God. But life is always so situational. Soon peace was synonymous with monotony. Routine was synonymous with suffocation.
Peace and Horror

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Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Moment # 31

He traveled the world after that-- kept drifting from time to time, from place to place. Life was meaningful yet anchorless. The anchor was left behind, frozen in the ice of time. Only the thought of spring haunted, when the ice would melt. He was more at ease with the winter inside him.
Frozen

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Monday, August 4, 2014

Moment # 29

“Papa, give him five years. You’ll see.” She had the confidence that love demanded. They struggled together to live up to that unfailing trust. She won the challenge. After five years, he was a young achiever…proud and self-assured. Love appeared redundant after that. He was confident enough to walk alone.
The challenge

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Moment # 28

Waves were touching the toes, heading back to meet others in the horizon. The wind and the sand, idle moments, the taste of salted peanuts, and him. They remained same after all these years. Counting the waves unconsciously, his mind trailed back to the time when his footprints on the sand were not lonely. “Rotten peanuts!” He spewed it out-- gargled immediately. He needed to get rid of the aftertaste.
Aftertaste

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Friday, August 1, 2014

Moment # 27

Everything appeared inappropriate, exasperating, or menacing; “That fu**ing door bell!! My brain will burst in my skull!” “Godforsaken idiots did not deliver the newspaper yet! When am I supposed to go through it?” “Why can’t they have minimum common sense to put that at the other side of the road? Idiots!” Dissatisfaction tethered him, in and out, around. Until one day, he happened to befriend his imperfections, which were in him, in his life. The knot was released. Everything he saw was pleasant thereafter.
Imperfections

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Thursday, July 31, 2014

Moment # 26

The inevitability does not threaten. The certainty does not sap the thrill. The long intervals never matter. The distance never changes a thing. The earth awaits the monsoon. The rain falls, rightfully. Every time they meet, wonders happen. Shorty stories, tiny stories,
The earth & the monsoon

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Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Moment # 25

Balloons and bubbles, remote cars and bikes, storybooks and color pencils, cartoons and 3Ds, a playground and friends, surprises and giggles, KFCs and Dominos, school and teachers, a home and a father. The kid has it all. He laughs a lot. He studies well and is always in competition. But often comes a moment when he lies, about one thing, repeatedly. “I don’t have mother.” She had to leave. And his little heart couldn’t fathom why. tiny stories, stories in moments, shortest stories, lifetime in a moment, moments, moments in life
The kid

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Friday, July 25, 2014

Moment #23

Every time he used to get an extra roasted papad. The Sundays of mid-July were meant for hot Khichudi and potato stir-fry. The smell used to pull him to kitchen before lunch time. Between the heavy showers in Kolkata, the venture was often turned into a quest of a quick cuddle. “This year the monsoon is too cold.” Tears trickled down from his eyes. The view was clear now. He started counting the raindrops on the windowpane.
Monsoon

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Moment #22

Bad grade. Aged 5 and a half. Papa scolded. Mom had smacked quite hard. Teachers weren't kind enough. "Suspended from school due to lack of seriousness." Room is dark. Tom and Jerry still quarrelling inside stomach. It’s monsoon. stories in moments, tiny stories, Monsoon, lifetime in a moment, shortest stories,
Bad grade

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Moment # 21

The cake came out of the oven looking perfect! “You and cooking!” He imagined the amazed look on her face! “Now, the icing… the most important part!” He told himself. He wanted her birthday to be special, the best of their 5-year old live-in relationship. He poured his heart into those two words, “Marry me!” He did not notice her watchful eyes, did not hear her heart murmuring a “Yes!!!” …already, moments, moments in life, shortest stories, tiny stories, stories in moments, http://pintsizedstories.blogspot.in/, cooking, memories, lifetime in a moment
Cooking

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Thursday, July 24, 2014

Moment # 20

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Tsunami

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Moment # 19

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Facebook Profile

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Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Moment # 18

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Monsoon

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Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Moment # 16

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Redundant 

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Moment # 15

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Reconciliation

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Sunday, July 20, 2014

Moment # 14

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The ringtone

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