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What Would You Do If You Weren't Afraid?

A little girl walked up to the stage. It was her maiden solo performance and she was nervous about it. As she got on to the stage, she saw several eyes looking at her with anticipation. Her stomach twisted in knots, her throat got drier, the lyrics failed her, and her voice quivered. She hopped off the stage after the performance, her vision blurred with tears of humiliation and failure. She was disappointed with herself for having lost the opportunity, for having failed the many expectations-of hers and others.

Yes, that little girl was me. I was so consumed by 'what if I failed' that I forgot to try. Every time I set myself a task, I expected myself to excel and no less and if I didn't, I’d brand myself no good for the task and refuse to make the effort to excel. Success had to come to me naturally; I had to be a natural at anything.
There were plenty of fields I was good at but whenever I saw someone better than me (which was most of the times) I’d be disheartened and des…

A new chapter- Final part

Read the story so far: Part one, Part Two and Part Three

Shekar opened Sneha's letter. “Mohan, I can’t wait any longer for you. My parents are getting old and would like to see me married soon. I owe this to them. So, I’m going back to stay near them and get married to someone who probably deserves me more than you. Goodbye.”
Getting dropped like a hot potato was a phrase Shekar had read only in the books but never experienced. How could she do this was all he could wonder. Sleep eluded him that night.
Kavya woke up early and showered leisurely. She wore her knee length multi-hued floral skirt with a white laced top. It was her favourite and wore it many times when she’d meet Shekar. She wore the beaded bracelet, Shekar’s gift, which went very well with the dress.
After the fiasco with Sneha, Shekar’s confidence had taking a beating and he waited impatiently for Kavya at the coffee shop.
Kavya walked in with a spring in her step, put her arms from behind around Shekar’s neck an…

Fearless #Five Sentence Fiction

He was often reminded of his boundaries and the dangers of going beyond his realm, but he had a mind of his own and wanted to explore the forbidden grounds.
And now he had set his eyes on her and was consumed by the desire to own her, oblivious to the obvious hurdles that lay between him and her.
He would get her today, he thought as he set out fearlessly, taking care not to invite any attention.
He hoped she didn't scream as her eyes remained fixed in horror as he advanced swiftly, but just as he was about to grab her, he heard a scream behind.
“You naughty child, how many times have I told you not to climb the showcase; you could’ve asked me if you wanted that doll!” scolded mama thwarting the toddler's ambitions.
Written in response to the prompt: Fearless at Lillie McFerrin Writes.

A new chapter- Part Three

Read part one and part two here.

The conference went off as expected. The clients seemed pleased with Shekar’s presentation. He gave a quick report to his senior boss over the phone, emailed the other details, and finished off some pending work. He had a couple of more meetings scheduled for the next two days after which was to fly back to Mumbai. He decided to sleep off the remaining afternoon and then gear up for his subsequent presentations. 
As Shekar turned the key in his hotel room, he heard loud noises from the room adjoining his. There was some shuffling of feet and then suddenly the door opened and a smart-looking guy came out. He was teasing the girl about something and she made a mocking gesture of pushing him out. Only the girl’s hands were visible from outside the door as the guy came out.
Shekar quickly entered his room as he didn’t want to be caught staring at unknown people and closed the door behind him. The couple seemed like newly-weds, he thought amusedly. Then i…

A new chapter-Part two

Read the first part here.
Kavya rose to a beautiful morning next day. The air was cool from last night’s rains. The warm rays of the sun played peek-a-boo with the fluffy clouds casting lovely hues of orange and yellow around. Despite a tumultuous previous night, Kavya felt calm and clear-headed.
Shekar seemed pleased and slightly relived to see Kavya that day at her usual chirpy self. She had seemed guarded and withdrawn in the last few meetings and it had made him a little uneasy. Much as he liked to hop from one victim to another, he thrived on attention.
“Isn’t it lovely that I’ll be spending the entire day with you?” Kavya exclaimed, twining her fingers around Shekar’s. “The project is finally over. I handed over the entire report just yesterday to Kunal, the Mr. Critic of our team and asked him to grant me a day’s off.”
Of course, darling! I was worried; you did seem a little disturbed lately, didn't you? Shekar cupped Kavya’s face and looked sincerely in her eyes.
Kavya l…

Office politics #Friday Fictioneers

As a rookie accountant in the small, dusty office, I had to learn the ropes of the trade fast.
“Get the invoices from the previous year!” the pot-bellied manager growled from behind his desk.
He was a weird guy whose shifting eyes gave me the creeps. He was not the only one who gave me the chills, though. I remember getting into the record room to fish out old invoices.
I nearly screamed in horror as the ram stared back at me nonchalantly. I had inadvertently opened a Pandora’s Box and poaching was among many evils that stumbled out. 
Words: 100
Written in response to the photo prompt at Friday Fictioneers

The masked man #Five Sentence Fiction

The pitter-patter of the rain-drops outside the balcony soon turned into a wailing child. The wind howled and it seemed like a full-blown tantrum.
The masked man laughed at his victim whose cries for plea got drowned in the outside mayhem. He quickly stepped outside, washing away the last traces of evidence.

Sarah felt a sense of pride and victory as she typed out the final stages of her first novella-a suspense thriller- on her laptop.
Written in response to the Five Sentence Fiction prompt-Rains at Lillie Mcferrin Writes

The Pick-up #Fiction #shortstory

The air was thick with sweet and pungent odour. Glasses clinked and clouds of heady concoction were blown recklessly causing the entire place to resemble a smoke factory. Bodies mixed with sweat and perfume moved to some titillating music in the background. Tanu sipped on the Mexican Mojito observing the naked display of emotions and raw lust that was left loose on its hunt.
She looked stunning in her short black dress that accentuated the right anatomies of her perfect figure. The neckline plunged low, just enough to show off the cleavage, but in not a vulgar way.  She sat with her head tilted to a side, crossing her long shapely legs under the high bar stool.
Tanu had got introduced to this life recently and the dangerous edge only gave her an additional high. She tapped her fingers impatiently on the table. What was taking him so long? She wondered. Just as she signaled to the bartender to refill her glass, she saw him enter from across the room.
He wore a sophisticated look. Sinew…

A Reunion #100words #Friday Fictioneers

Linda went about her kitchen with a dance in her step. She had always liked to cook but not anymore. The children were grown up and long flown the nest. The husband was ridden with health complications that restricted much of his diet.
Today was, however, different. Their two sons had decided to pay the parents a special visit. Linda set about cooking each of children’s favourite dishes, taking special care to garnish them with extra dollop of love.  

The sons and their families relished the gourmet meal that was laid with care. Linda had indeed cooked up a storm!
Words: 100
Written in response to the photo prompt at Friday Fictioneers. Tried to infuse a positive take on the storm that seems impending in the picture.

The Liebster Award

Soumyaa, who blogs here has been kind enough to bestow The Liebster Award for my blog. As we all know, in the blogging world awards and such rituals are a way to motivate each other and show appreciation. In this vast world of bloggers or writers, it is easy to get lost in the crowd, lose focus or even feel threatened by the deluge of exceptional writers around. 

Appreciation from fellow bloggers is something we count upon to goad us, inspire us and shake us from the stupor, if need be. 
So, thank you Soumyaa for the gesture. I began reading your blog only recently but I'm in awe with the way you weave your posts. Keep writing and inspiring.
Keeping with the norms of the award, I'm supposed to answer a list of questions that  Soumyaa has for her nominees. So, here you go:
How tall are you?
I'm 5 feet 5 inches tall.
What's the biggest personal change you've ever made? I don't know about big or biggest but I'm trying to change in small ways, trying to believe myself…

His grief

God visited the garden; His own creation It lay barren
Some had wilted While in the womb Others were butchered Before even they bloomed
Inside a shrine  they were revered Anywhere else, threatened
He had created the man, Alas! 
Now, He cried.
______________ Words:42
In response to the question: Where have all the flowers gone?

It's always home #100words #Writetribe

Globetrotters they were; when beaches and mountains beckoned they complied; gathering rich layers of learning that only travel can teach.
The sun-soaked sand called out to the glistening waves to come and sit beside it for a conversation. The waves readily agreed but promptly returned in time.
So did the travelling clouds that rested its tired soul against the lap of the motherly mountains, only to head out re-energized to their destination.
Soon, the warmth of the hearth, familiar smells, a mother’s benign touch allured and eventually the globetrotters too returned to where they belonged.
It’s always home, isn't it?

Word count :100 ___________
100 words written in response to the prompt at Write Tribeit does feel like home, doesn’t it?"

The taleweaver- conclusion #shortstory #fiction

Continued from here.

Ammu had no expectations from her married life; just relieved that her parents
would be free from shouldering her responsibilities. However, marriage to Narayanswami was nothing like what she thought. A gentle and educated man with good upbringing, Narayanswami treated Ammu with the kind of love and respect Ammu was not used to hitherto. There was never a word of pity or disgrace for Ammu. He encouraged her to complete her education and also helped her with studies at home. Since, Ammu grew up in a village atmosphere, adjusting to the town life proved to be a task. Narayanswami would hold her hand as one would with a child and taught her to handle basic tasks like buying groceries, calculating the bill, counting change and verifying the balance that would be returned to her. He made her self-sufficient in handling finances by taking her along when he had to visit the bank. He’d also discuss office, work and current affairs with Ammu.

Slowly Ammu began to emerge o…

The taleweaver- Part one #shortstory #fiction

The calm and quiet village of Ambur stirred as the early morning cast a golden shadow enveloping the grey skies. A rooster crowed in a distance rousing the remaining sleepy villagers to set off in their routine. In a tiny thatched house by a small rivulet that originated from the nearby Palar River, Janaki amma had already finished with her early morning rituals and was mid-way through cooking meals which included a separate box for her husband, Kumaran, who worked in the nearby fields and lunch boxes for her two school-going children, Gopal and Ambujam.

Gopal and Ambujam went to the nearby village school run by an old teacher, Subbu Shastry, who was also the headmaster and brain-child of the school.  Janaki amma and Kumaran lived a very modest life and dreamed of a brighter future for their children. Well, at least for Gopal who they believed would be their support in old age. As for Ammu kutty as they lovingly called her, they didn’t have much hope. The villagers whispered behind …

A new chapter #Fiction #Lightandshade

The steady rain caressed the window pane leaving tiny droplets that kissed the pane to leave their mark before gliding into oblivion. Kavya looked out at the bleak sky that seemed to mirror her state of mind and poured out in pain.
How could it be? Shekar seemed to be such a level-headed guy with genuine feelings for her. She too had reciprocated and felt her life sailing in the clouds ever since-happy, light and full of hope.
But when Shriya, her close friend, had shown her concrete proofs of Shekar’s infidelity, Kavya felt the ground under her feet shaking; telling pictures of Shekar with another girl- at restaurants, at the beach, at the park-the very same places where he and Kavya had spent so many passionate and intimate moments.
The shy smile dancing on the girl’s lips; a hint of blush on being held close by Shekar; the warmth in Shekar’s eyes as they looked on lovingly at her face, screamed loud and clear of their intimate relationship- the very relationship that Kavya had (e…

History revisited #100words #Friday Fictioneers

History remembered him for his just rule when no crime went undetected or unpunished. His statue is 100 years now, its history long forgotten.
Chris entered the garden pausing for breath briefly near the statue. He cheered himself for the brilliant idea; got rid of his booty temporarily, marked the area and scooted away before the cops caught up.
The mute spectator offered no clue as the cops rushed in a few minutes later.
Chris let the dust settle before he came back for his booty hidden below the hollow stone under the king’s feet.
It wasn't there!

Justice prevailed.
Word count:100 ______________
A 100 word fiction story written for the photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers

Life math

His smile Adds to warm hearth Her frown Reminder; a promise forgotten! Their love but Evens out the odds
Some dull grays, Plus bright rays Equals a colourful rainbow
Credit the gain Debit the pain In life eventually The accounts will tally

Word count:42

The face #Drabbleweek #100words

Aisha was returning home alone; on the usual secluded stretch flanked by tall trees and row-houses on either side. As she approached an empty house, eerie thoughts filled her mind.
In a flash of a moment, she saw someone’s shadow on the window glass. Even as her mind ran amok with thoughts of a haunted house, the shadow moved.
 Petrified, Aisha stood rooted to the ground.
Then she began to laugh aloud. The shadow that eerily resembled a human was that of a tree; cast from outside and not within.

“I need to stop reading spooky novels” she thought amusedly. 
Word count: 100
Written in response to the day 6 prompt " Suddenly, it moved" at Drabble week for marathon bloggers.

The duel #55fiction #Drabbleweek

The nails made a deep scar on her back and she writhed in pain. Not to accept defeat, she turned around to give a resounding punch on the opponent’s cheek.
“How dare she snatch him from her?”
A gory battle ensued with the rivals clawing fiercely, wounding each other. 

All this for a dead rat! 
Word count: 55
Written in response to the day 5 prompt " claws" at the Drabble week for marathon bloggers.

Life in a kitchen #Drabbleweek #100words

“Ouch! Why can’t she be more careful? My sides are hurting” complained the ladle to the pan.
“At least your butt is saved. Be thankful for that” scorned the old pan. “Uff! Children these days! Cannot bear even a slight pain” he thought.
The wise pan had gone through a lot of bruises, burns and scratches in his flavourful lifetime but also understood life.
His thoughts were interrupted by a strong whistle followed by a shy, nervous whistle.
He chuckled to himself as he noticed the subtle romance brewing between the handsome cooker and the new entrant-a beautiful curvy kettle. 

Word count: 100
Written in response to the day 5 prompt " Talking vessels" at Drabble week for marathon bloggers.

The mask #Drabbleweek #55fiction

The relatives pored over the wedding album oohing and aahing over the photo-shopped poses.
“Oh, look at this picture! She’s blushing so much.” Exclaimed one
“Of course, it must our Sunny beta’s love.” Gushed another
Inside, a red-faced Neha grit her teeth; “it’s the damn sun and not your nincompoop Sunny” she wanted to scream.

Word count: 55
Written in response to the day 4 prompt " her face reddened" at the Drabble week for marathon bloggers.

Will he? #Drabbleweek #100words

Poorva had heard the phrase many times during her childhood. Her mother ‘s exasperated tone,” oh God! The milk is all over the stove again. I should’ve known. Never send a man to do a woman’s job!”
Her granny would nod silently but mutter under her breath,” If only you did all the chores, my son might never have to visit the kitchen.”
Poorva always pondered about the generation difference and also the growing shift in the man’s attitude towards a so-called woman’s job.

She prayed that her man would make the crossover to be successful in the woman’s arena.   ________________

Word count: 100
Written in response to the day 4 prompt " Never send a man to do a woman's job" at Drabble week for marathon bloggers.

If I were an animal #Drabbleweek #100words

Jumping, growling, scratching Howling, screaming, chattering Loitering about without a hurry Unrestrained when in fury
Rules of the game, no one dare change Only the strongest can manage
Long ago, only animals operated thus Alas! We humans are in a similar circus
Considering ourselves to be greater Trying to race past against nature A folly, to realize only in future
Perhaps, if I were an animal I’d laugh and not marvel The myths, I’ll dispel,
“Of higher conscious, you are capable Yet, choose to live below your level Why the arrogance and the pride When you live in greater divide”
_________________ Word count: 100
Written in response to the day 3 prompt " If I were an animal" at the Drabble week for marathon bloggers.

Pet Peeve #Drabbleweek #55fiction

He made sure the soiled socks were put away for wash and the cabinet doors locked in place. He took care to not load the clothes inside out into the washer. 
He never understood why she made a big deal of these things, her pet peeves.

Yet, he didn't want her annoyed today, her birthday!

Word count: 55
Written in response to the day 3 prompt " Pet peeve" at the Drabble week for marathon bloggers.

The pumpkin story #100words #Drabbleweek

“Alice took the enormous pumpkin and ran for her life. She didn't want to be spotted by the elves that had perhaps hidden the pumpkin under the banyan tree.
All of a sudden, she tripped on a huge boulder and the pumpkin flew off her hand. Alice’s eyes grew wide in horror as she witnessed the pumpkin hit the ground with a mighty fall.
THUD! It made a huge noise and exploded splashing red blood all over Alice.”
The school bell rang to signal the end of the story-telling period forcing Deepa to continue the story for the next session.  


Word count: 100
Written in response to the day 2 prompt " The pumpkin exploded" at the Drabble week for marathon bloggers.