Posted on October 20, 2018 by Fiction in a Flash
*repost* She stripped off her dress and stood in front of the mirror. That tiny scar below her left eye, the first time, the first beating,twenty days after a fairy tale wedding. A minor glitch; happens in all marriages, she had rationalised, not wanting…
Category: All, Flash FictionTags: domestic violence, fictioninaflash, Flash Fiction, hate, late, life, pain, Short Stories
Posted on October 7, 2018 by Fiction in a Flash
The shimmering silvery waters are seducing her, promising her of joy, a lack of which has today driven her to where she is standing now. In the middle of nowhere, in the vastness of a shore playing hide and seek with the sea, an…
Category: All, Flash FictionTags: betrayal, crime, domestic violence, fictioninaflash, Flash Fiction, hurt, life, never give up, pain, poem, sky, sorrow, story, woman
Posted on October 6, 2017 by Fiction in a Flash
She crouches in the corner, in terror. The door slams. Hugging her knees, she sits still, afraid one movement of hers would make him return.She is numb to the pain now. It is the silence after the storm that she dreads now. A silence…
Category: AllTags: domestic violence, Flash Fiction, grief, pain, silence, sorrow, window
Posted on May 21, 2017 by Fiction in a Flash
The summer stung, the buzz of the mosquitoes deafened, the afternoons dragged.Every day of that summer, the little boy thought of escape. Today, he just sat with his mother and watched her cook dinner. The roti puffed up as his mother flipped it with…
Category: All, Flash FictionTags: domestic violence, escape, Flash Fiction, mother and son
Posted on September 18, 2016 by Fiction in a Flash
“We will not know if a river cries, Ma,” muses my little poet.I sigh. I, too, am a river, son. I cry, a lot, but no one can see my tears. I cry behind closed doors, in bathrooms, at nights. I cry to release…
Category: All, Flash Fiction, Short StoriesTags: domestic violence, pain
A Mom, a Blogger, an Engineer. Identities that define me, only partly. For I am also a Maverick, I am also a believer in Magic and many Gods. I am a free spirit.
And I am a storyteller.
I weave stories, some creating pathos, some giving us hopes, some urging us to believe in dreams, some just making us happy.
Amidst those stories are also stories from my own life as I strive creating warmth for my tiny family in our small place under the sun.