Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Day or night?

They all sought her to solve their problems.

Strong-willed, optimistic, an epitome of courage!

At the corner of her bed,

a tear-stained pillow cover boo grudgingly at her.

She’d forgotten to wash it, yet again.

This post is in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge – Week 101. The challenge is to write a 33-333 word piece that includes the word ‘Boo’ in its third definition as follows. 
1 (interjection)
used to express contempt or disapproval or to startle or frighten
2 (noun)
a sound that people make to show they do not like or approve of someone or something
3 (verb) to show dislike or disapproval of someone or something by shouting “Boo” slowly

Saturday, September 14, 2013


Perturbed by your numbing presence that drills a hole in my soul, a painful shriek emanates from the depths only to be lost in you, once again.

Oh Silence, please speak to me!


This post is in response to the Trifextra Writing Challenge - Week Eighty-Five. The challenge is to write a 33-word piece using an 'apostrophe' - a figure of speech in which some absent or nonexistent person or thing is addressed as if present and capable of understanding.

Friday, August 2, 2013

Momentary Presence

(Photo Credit: [ changó ] / Foter / CC BY-NC-ND )

Who are these strangers that cast a shadow on my life? Momentarily present, they changed my life, departed too soon, but left behind an everlasting, indelible mark on the canvas of my fate.


This post is in response to Trifecta Writing Challenge Week Seventy-Nine. The prompt is the photograph posted above.

Monday, July 15, 2013

Unspoken Notions

"Why don't you discard this plate? I've told you it's inauspicious to keep broken objects in the house."

"Maa it's just a crack in the plate, it's not broken. Besides, I don't want to ruin my entire cutlery set, courtesy of discarded pieces," she frowned, as she struggled to keep her tone low.

Letting go of an audible grunt, her mom stomped out of the kitchen muttering under her breath, utterly displeased at the stubborn genes that had got into her daughter.

As she fondly wiped the plate dry, her eyes moistened with memories of him. He would always insist on eating in this plate ever since he marred its beauty, much to her annoyance.

Suddenly one day, he was gone. No word, no phone call, no letter. She did everything under the sky to locate him, but destiny seemed to have different plans. Hope was lost on everyone else by now, especially since three long years had passed. She, however, could not let go of the last straw of hope, holding on to it, as one does for dear life.

Switching off the lights in the kitchen, she moved towards the pooja room to say her prayers for the day - prayers that often fell on deaf ears according to her. Abruptly, she made a halt in the passageway, as if struck by lightening. Turning back on her feet, she zipped into the kitchen and turned on the lights.

Lifting the plate from the drawer, she held it against her cheek feeling its deathly coldness, even as her tears kept streaming like water from a broken dam.


"What happened my child?" her mom frantically scurried into the kitchen, taking her into arms, as she stared at the shattered remnants of the plate on the floor.

"Nothing maa," she wiped her tears.

Inside of her, a faint voice whispered, "May be this will be auspicious. Just, may be..."


This post is in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge - Week Eighty-Six.

Friday, July 12, 2013

On writing

My process of writing, in little 3 words

Churn, erase, refurbish.


This post is in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge - Week Seventy-Six. The challenge is to pen down your writing process in just 3 words.

Friday, June 21, 2013

Not Done Yet

Pills deserved to be fired for betrayal.
The tightened noose was powerless too.
The new concoction held the last ounce of promise.
Third time's a charm, he thought, as he dug her grave.


This post is written in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge - Week Seventy-Three. The prompt is to write exactly 33 words using the theme 'third time's a charm'.

Monday, June 17, 2013


The rising decibels of the outside world were no match for the war raging inside her. Slouched on a sofa in one corner of this club, she wondered... To be or not to be. To stay or to leave. To make friends with the blinding darkness or to move on in search of light. To save her remaining sanity and run for life or to hold fast and let the storm pass. Would the storm ever pass? Or would it take away everything in its wake? Her quest for answers only won more questions.

‘Did I get too close for comfort?’, her words seemed to fade away in the deafening noise surrounding them.

He nailed the coffin with a ‘Yes’.


This post is in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge - Week Eighty-Two.

The prompt is to write a 33-333 words piece using the third definition of the following word:


1a : a heavy usually tapering staff especially of wood wielded as a weapon
 b : a stick or bat used to hit a ball in any of various games
 c : something resembling a club
2a : a playing card marked with a stylized figure of a black clover
  b : plural but sing or plural in constr : the suit comprising cards marked with clubs
3a : an association of persons for some common object usually jointly supported and meeting periodically; also : a group identified by some common characteristic  
  b : the meeting place of a club  
  c : an association of persons participating in a plan by which they agree to make regular payments or purchases in order to secure some advantage
  d : nightclub
  e : an athletic association or team
4: club sandwich