Hangover (Bar-a-thon) #Flashfiction

As he opened his eyes, his head was thumping, this was one of his worst hangovers for sure. The sunlight filtering from the drapes was hurting his eyes.he extended his arm to grab the water bottle from the side table, it was missing. The lamp was fallen on the floor, the bulb broken.

Where was Sara?

He called out, "Sara ! Sara !"

No response.

As he dragged himself out from the bed and reached the fridge, he suddenly stepped on something wet. The carpet was soaking in somethin crimson, looked like blood. The trail was leading to the kitchen....

He was now scared, their loud arguments from last night ringing in his ears, Sara....?

Did he have one too many last night?

Enough to.....

This post is a part of a blogathon/Bar-A-thon here at Blogarhythm

The Call of the Wind

She listened

to her heart

and threw

all chains

cages

locks

to the

call of the wind !

Suns and Lovers

Fathers, husbands

brothers ,cousins

uncles, granddads

sons or grandson

Men are a part of 

every story

of women

'Suns and lovers'

Moons and friends

and yet there is

that clenched fist

any of them

could be a misogynist !

This post is part of a #blogathon here at BAR.

Lord of the Flies

Image: Google images

Rapes, abuse and deaths

suicides and silences

battered breaths

only numbers

mere statistics

Women - 

nothing to the

Lord of the flies

amidst a thousand

patriarchies !

This post is part of a #blogathon at BAR

War and Pieces

Image : Google Images

The victor's loot

and the vanquished's shame

the woman in every war

without a name

the destroyed homes

as the shadows of 

kids' tombstones increases

the collateral damages

the unsaid tale of moms

daughters and wives

in war and pieces !

Of Ice and Men

Image:Google Images

He rubbed her wrong

and you looked away

She body shamed her

and not a word to say

 the sexist jokes

and the street harassment

the discrimination

fear and embarrassment

you remained aloof

and closed your eyes

patriarchal men

as cold as ice.

This post is part of a #blogathon at BAR.

Life of Pie

Image : Google Images

If there was ever a pie chart

of things people say to women

that cause grievous hurt

What all do you think 

would figure in there?

Do you think

that they even care?

How sexual violence

uses victim blaming as a tool?

How something as sweet as pie

can turn into a weapon cruel?

This post is part of a #blogathon at BAR

The Fault is in Our Stares

Image : Google Images

Is a man defined 

by the length of his pants?

then why the moral police

complains and rants

about the length of her skirt

or the neckline of her shirt?

No one asks for violence

wearing what she wants

isn't a dare

there's nothing wrong

in what girls wear

the fault is

in our stares !

AN OPEN LETTER TO SOCIAL MEDIA # FlashFiction #99words #Barathon

Dear Social Media,

I promise to focus more on your media part and be a little less affected by the social one.

I promise that I will never judge life, people and situations entirely based on you.

I promise that I will not expect you to bring me truth, solace, enlightenment, evolution or relationships.

I promise I will be online a lot and yet not forget LIFE is often an amazing offline thing.

I promise I will try to keep up with you and yet stay rooted in what you now romanticize as “memories” and “throwbacks”.

-An avid user

This post is part of a themed BARATHON here.

TRICKS OF THE TRADE #FlashFiction #99words #Barathon

She had spent more than a decade in Mumbai now. She remembered her village and family back in Assam in faint flashbacks and the nightmares of the flood that devastated everything. Her uncle brought her here.

Soon she was on her own, by the time she was old enough to plait her hair herself she was already learning the tricks of the trade. She was almost twenty now, had taught herself to read and loved watching travel shows.

Someday she wished to travel and be free, till then her wishful thinking needed to be supported by trading her body.

This post is part of a themed  BARATHON here.

SINGLE PARENT #FlashFiction #99words #Barathon

In the prestigious function for National award winners and their families , sat Mangla a reclusive single parent, conscious of all the curious eyes turned towards her and yet immensely proud that her daughter’s first film had made it big.

They had just returned from several successful international film festivals. Jyoti had lived up to her name, other than her exceptional work with the LGBT community in Delhi her first film about them had achieved this.

Mangla, the guru of hijras in Delhi had found Jyoti near a garbage heap, her tiny shoes peeping out of a plastic bag.

This post is part of a themed BLOGATHON here.

HAPPILY EVERAFTER #FlashFiction #Barathon #99words

Their marriage was just a business alliance. Two major business families came together with their union but unfortunately even a decade later it did not evolve into anything more than that, despite the kids.

They both had the same address but separate bedrooms now. She was in Goa for a business conference; he was holidaying with his boys’ gang.

On New Year’s Eve after a mad beach party, they both emerged from adjacent shacks. He was with a Lebanese aspiring model and she was with a young DJ. They both pretended to be strangers, no one was caught red-handed.

This post is part of a themed BARATHON here.

MISSING #FlashFiction #Barathon #99words

He was a theater legend by the time he was forty. In Delhi’s theater circuit he was the renowned all-rounder, writing scripts, acting, directing plays that became legendary, that had full shows even after decades.

At home he was the loving dad, the perfect husband. Suddenly one day the nightmares started-eccentric hallucinations, loud babbling, violent episodes, loss of memory and the suicide attempts. He responded to no treatment, his condition worsened.

The stage forgot him, his children feared him and his wife despised him. Two years later he went missing. His most famous play is still staged- Fragile Lives.

This post is part of a BLOGATHON here.

SUICIDE #FlashFiction #Barathon #99words

She was always the loudest parent in PTA meetings, her attire as loud as her voice, a complete contrast to her ten years old son, who was the most reclusive child in his class. The other parents did not like her much though her models were always the best and her ideas the most innovative.

The news of her suicide was gossip material for all. No one discovered the scars from years of domestic abuse; no one knew the eclectic fashion was to cover up her bruised body and confidence. What you don’t know is often the true story.



This post is part of a themed BARATHON here.

FAN MAIL #FlashFiction #Barathon #99Words

He was a famous writer with thousands of fans. He met hundreds of them at events, book fairs and tours; of course he didn’t remember most of them later.

In her first letter to him, Anne claimed she had met him at a book event earlier that year; he had no reason to doubt it. Her handwriting was calligraphy.

After a year the monthly letters ceased arriving. A month later while travelling to Manali his car rolled down a gorge near a haunted British bungalow, the same place where the letters came from. Anne had died there in 1873.

#StrangerThanFiction


This post is part of a themed BARATHON here.