Life in a kitchen #Drabbleweek #100words

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“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. 


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Word count: 100

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


The mask #Drabbleweek #55fiction

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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.

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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

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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. 
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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

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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”

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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

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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!


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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

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“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.   
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Word count: 100

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


His last wish #Drabbleweek #55fiction

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He struggled but his breaths were getting shorter.

He wanted to hear her incessant chatter, witness the cute dimples when she smiled. He wanted to survive. Would this be his last wish?

Suddenly he felt life being pumped into him.

“At last a place to charge my phone.”

There was relief in her voice too.


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Word count: 55

Written in response to the day 2 prompt " His last wish" at the Drabble week for marathon bloggers.