Tinytales

A little moment of wisdom! — First of all, with the term “mangoes”, I am referring to Alphonso Mangoes, which is a sweet, rich, and aromatic species of the fruit. It is mainly grown in a very small region of India. In short, it’s precious to many. The other day, I was cutting mangoes as a…

A little moment of innocence — This happened around seven years ago when we had just shifted to the US. It was our first visit to the pediatrician for my Kindergartner. The nurse was feeding in all the necessary information about him in the system. Our son was nearby browsing the picture book given to him. After a few minutes, She asked, “..and Race?”. Before we replied, the little fellow caught the word correctly; immediately, he replied, “This morning only we had a running race, and I had a lot of fun….”

Pieces of glass lay all around her. “What a mess!” Indira groaned loudly. She was in the middle of a meeting, and her mind refused to clean up the dangerous shards that were strewn across the kitchen floor. …

Photo by Francesco Ungaro from Pexels The woods — they were her home. She rustled leaves and became the wind. She drank nectar and became the bee. She bathed in dew and became the grass. She danced around pebbles and became the stream. She sang upon branches and became the birds. And when she was done with the day, she walked alongside the wolves and became the night. For more interesting micro-fiction, follow, https://indianvisionaryfiction.wordpress.com/short-fiction/

I have been hanging around for so long that I have somehow managed to forget that I am right here all the time. Right next to you, right within you. Things like this tend to happen, don’t they? Sometimes, you get so caught up in a story that you forget it is only a story. And at times, you get so caught up in life that you quite forget to die. That is why I am here, to remind you…to die. For more interesting micro-fiction, follow, https://indianvisionaryfiction.wordpress.com/short-fiction/

The Perfect Sunday We read books in the afternoon A lazy afternoon Spent in each other’s company With no words necessary TTT Submission She loved him but knew it won’t work. He loved her and prayed she’d stay. Epic love can’t last forever, she said. His reply, “memories are photoshopped.” TTT Submission He was poor. So he played sting to serenade her. 25 years later sting performed at their anniversary.

New learnings from the fables as applied to 2K20 The hare and the tortoise The fables say that when the hare and tortoise raced together the tortoise won. He won because he was consistent — and the hare lost because he was arrogant and had taken a nap. So who…

Tiny Tale — One day in front of 38 boisterous and noisy freshmen, I finally had my wish come true. I’ve been dreaming to have this power in ages: no dropping of books, no bag of tricks, no walk out scenarios, no restraints. With just a click, I finally muted them all: in Google Meet. #LATHEtirary