I see Humans but no Humanity

It was a hot day in Chennai. I got stuck in a heavy polluted traffic, it was a long queue. I was already late for a meeting. Mr.Aditya was a leading industrialist, he is waiting for me to discuss his future insurance plans. I got a call from Mukesh sir, my boss. He urges me to attend the client immediately. I lie him that I will be there in a few mins. My job is never an easy one. I used to travel at least 100 km a day. It will drain you both mentally and physically. I am waiting in the first row, timer was now in 55 seconds. It should be clear soon.

Bluestone #SoundOfLove

Today is my 34th birthday, as I am getting one year older. I look myself in-front of the mirror and wonder what all went wrong over a few years. I have a few white hairs and my body isn't fit as it was before. There are a few wrinkles in my face as well. 

My #SoundOfLove Story

There are always two phases in every single love story. First one is falling in love; It is an easy one. Everyone falls for someone, but to pick the right one was very important in this phase. Second one is proposing, most love stories end here. It is a very hard thing. Some even not reveal their love, but this phase decides the climax of the story. I am going to write here about this phase only. This story belongs to my friends Mr. and Mrs. Chandru and I am writing it on behalf of them.

Two Little Birds

My school look similar to Hogwarts with tall dark ceilings located in the middle of green dense forest. It has a huge round white wall clock in one of the ceilings. It's black pointers meet each other and it was 12 pm, familiar bell sound flies along with the windy air and it wake our ears which brought relief smile to our lips. It was the end of third period, it has one more class before our lunch break. A dark obese figure holding a book entered our class. My friend in the previous desk whispered "Dino" with a worried look. It was our Maths teacher Agnus, she was probably in her late fiftes, her face was mostly covered by big ugly specs. She have a nick name "Dino" because her appearance was little similar to dinosaur. I am Arun, studying 7^th grade in this class. For me, maths is always a problem; I never got more than 50 in any exam. So, she hates me; I hate her more than that.

Gardener's Treasure

I tried a fiction; it was in reverse order hope it will give a different feel to the readers.

It was based on Write Tribe Wednesday picture Prompt. 

Girl with Butterfly Tattoo

Tring Tring... The time is now 4 A.M

Alarm woke John up, as he was lying in his cart. He open his eyes in a half sleep; an old fan in the ceiling revolving clockwise. It makes some distress sound. He feels discomfort to his surprise, his both hands and legs are tied up with his bed. He tries to free himself but can't unwrap it. A stream of blood flowing on the floor. He panicked, drenched heavily and screamed for help.

Touch Thursday No : 3

This entry is for the Touch Thursday contest conducted by Preeti Shenoy. I have tried a fiction conversation between Anjali and Sriram.

“Dear passengers, the flight to New York have been delayed for 2 hours.”

It was announced at the airport. Anjali and Sriram were school friends belong to the same neighbourhood. Soon, they have lost touch and moved on with their own lives. They meet now at the airport and eventually their flight got delayed. They went for a coffee where they have lots of things (nearly a decade) to catch up.

Ignorance is bliss

Mr. Franklin entered his house after a long day. He is bald, slim, tall, whitish complex in his early forties. His wife cooked him his favorite dish; He could find it by the smell in his nostrils. He quickly refreshes himself and reached the dining table. Mr and Mrs. Franklin got married 15 years ago; they have a 12 year old son Tommy. Mrs. Franklin serves him dinner; she asks him to have a word with Tommy that he looks disturbed on something. Mummy always knows the kids feeling more than any other.  Franklin loves his boy more than anything. They often have their own world together.

Thinking Tom

It was a fiction. It doesn't resembles any person or technology.

Sun flashes right in my face; I wake up slowly, rub my eyes and heads downstairs. I reach the kitchen looking for pancakes. Mom usually hides it somewhere. “Kirk!  (Sound). Someone on the door behind me; I turn back; it was mom handing my brush.

“Hey Bijju, there you are. First, brush your teeth. Don’t forget, Ammu is coming home this weekend. Install that cat application in your phone. She asked that last time.”

Prank Call

It was a full moon with mild clouds and twinkling stars in the dark black sky.  The more I look at it, the more I remember her. She has a beautiful face quite similar to moon. Today is a big night for me, I invited her for dinner. I cooked her favorite dish, lighted candles in the dining table. I wear black dress; that was her favorite one. 

Bad Luck

It was in the early morning on the busy Monday around 7.30 am. The bus stop was almost empty with few people around. There was a school girl studying her book, a couples chatting with each other, an old man looking at the sky checking whether the sun is out. A guy joined the bus stop; he is busy talking with someone in mobile. He is well shaved, has white hair should be in his late thirties or early forties. He wears a lavender blue shirt tugged in with black pant. He has a royal blue color laptop bag on his bony shoulders. His eyes are brown covered with a black fiber framed specks where he appears like a software engineer. The climate is mild and chill, but he sweats a lot like a marathon runner. His face is tense seems like he has a problem.

34/100

It was almost night at that time. I was trying to write a love letter in my laptop. Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day.   I and Aditi have been friends for last 2 years. I think it is the right time to tell her. She might have surprised but definitely will accept. I want to do it all by myself. But I can’t because I am clueless; I need help of these guys, glaring their photo on my laptop table. The photo has three guys picture, me and my roommates. They were totally different and equally interesting guys.

Who is Ankita

The story and the characters are completely fiction. It doesn’t resembles anyone.

Valentines day is yet to come, where all the lovers in the universe spend this day romantically . For me, it was just another day. Each year, I say to myself in front of the mirror. “Hey Rahul, you will find a perfect girl and you will have a big romantic Feb 14 next year”. This year also the same.

Fortune Favors Me - Short Story

  Tring... Tring..

“Hello  Senthil..”

“Thank god, Meena where are you ? I have been reaching you for last one hour. What happen to your goddamn mobile ? Do you know what time it is ?”

“Sorry dear, My phone’s battery is down. What is Vimal doing ?”

“He is busy in his homework, Are you on the way ? Whether i will come and pick you ?”

“OOPS, forget the reason for the call. I am doing extra hours today. We need to deliver the project with in tomorrow.  It will take another couple of hours.”

“2 Hours !!! it will be midnight. Are you kidding ? How will you come ? Give the phone to your M.D , i need to talk to him.”
“please, don’t start again Senthil. Other girls are also staying with me. Nothing to worry , Cab will drop me home. I gotta go dear, take care of vimal.”

Wishlist Documentary

I would like to thank preeti for this wonderful opportunity of writing prompts. It really enrich everyone’s skills and ideas. The topic is ‘secret wishlist’. I am gonna write a little fiction documentary about ‘secret wishlist’. Imagine a reporter going to ask about wishlist to different age peoples.


 I am john, reporter idea behind this. i hate to be a protagonist, but i have no choice. I gonna ask the wishlist to different age set of peoples. it would be interesting, what they might have told. let’s check whether their wishlist change over a period of time.First let me start first with a 10 year old funny kid.