Tag: fiction

“the 3 flowers”

Part I.

“Do you think dad’s lonely? It has been a long time since mum passed away” Candice said

The 3 daughters were seated at the roundtable, discussing their most prized possession – their dad. The three daughters loved their dad a lot and would do anything to see him happy.

Patrick (or Uncle Patu-as the friendly neighbours called him) was a cheerful man and not many things bothered him (tho’ at times it was evident that he missed Rita [his wife] a lot especially when he went for various functions around the village) but with every passing day, it was a delight to see how well, almost single-handedly brought up his three daughters, after his wife passed away to cancer 3 years after their third daughter, Blossom was born. Rita was only 39 then.

He had rightly named his humble abode “the 3 flowers each flower represented by 1 daughter, Candice (the eldest), Cheryl and the youngest Blossom. Candy, Cherry & Blossy (lovingly referred by the villagers) were seen together accompanying their dad for his evening strolls around the village. On other days just the two of them, while Candice would be busy in the kitchen baking or cooking up some mouth-watering dishes for the family – Jaggery pancakes and rum cakes – being her 2 specialties. While Cherry gorged upon her sister’s rum cake, Blossy was content on nibbling on the lone pancake. Candice would cut a thin slice of cake along with 3 pancakes for her dad. Though it wasn’t as tasty as the ones her mom used to make, her dad ate them with the same relish.

“I’ve seen it in his eyes too… whenever we talk about mum. It’s all because of Blossy..she keeps asking all these questions” Cheryl replied

“I don’t mean to hurt daddy but  I never got to spend enough time with mom, like you and Candy did …and there is so much I want to know about mom” 

“I didn’t mean to blame you blossy” giving her little sister a tight hug

“It’s okay sissie” she smiled

Come what may, whatever the situation, the 3 daughters would always stand by each other and for the one thing that joined them together, they had made up their mind that it was now up to them to bring back the smile on their dad’s face. 

“But how?” asked Blossy very innocently. After a lot of thinking, she said;

“I can give my teddy to daddy, my teddy always keeps me happy, it will keep daddy happy too” she beamed at her idea considering that she always slept with her teddy at night and now to part with it – but for daddy, she was willing to do it.

There is a limited no of ideas that a 9-year-old can come up with. Candy & Cherry had to come up with a better idea.. they knew Blossy’s teddy bear idea, though very cute, wouldn’t work.

“The Photo albums” shouted Cherry

…to be continued

The morning after..

He was finally married. wedding-rings1

The night had passed, it wasn’t as eventful as he had imagined it would be, considering they were both tired after the late end to the wedding reception.


However, the morning was here. He woke up with a smile, his now-wife Rekha was still sleeping next to him. Not sure whether to wake her up or not, he walked towards the kitchen, obviously very hungry (everybody knows the wedded couple eats the least at their wedding), he expected his wife to prepare a modest breakfast for him, but seeing her sleeping he realized, she must have been really tired herself.

He looked around the kitchen (probably the first time ever he entered one with the intention of making something) after a quick analysis of the resources available, he decided on scrambled eggs, a few slices of toast and a maggi preparation of  the single maggi packet lying in the cupboard (to be shared obviously) The effort wasn’t bad considering it was his first time, the toast came out a little burnt (he preferred to refer to them as crispy) the eggs could have been scrambled better. The one thing that really came out good was the maggi preparation, he knew that very well. He put it all on a flowery quarter plate on a tray and took it to his wife.

He had never made breakfast for himself before, let alone make and serve another person on the bed.. (unsure what endearing word to use to wake her up.. he settled on her name) he woke her up gently,  when she opened her eyes & saw that he had made breakfast for her, she shuffled around quickly and got off the bed. She had remembered the words she told her mom only a week before

“how romantic would it be if my husband made breakfast for me in bed” she smiled to herself at the memory and said

“You made breakfast? wow!” breaking out into a sheepish grin

She was still getting used to the fact that she was now married.. to her benefit, it was ONLY their first morning together and she had woken up late – Shit!
While she joined him in what was her first breakfast in bed with him, she bit into the crispy toast.. he looked at her seeking her approval on his efforts, she looked at him ..and they both laughed.

It might have not been the perfect start, it certainly was a crispy one.. as they both laughed their hearts out ..somebody still needed to finish the toast. 

Someone smiled…

Someone smiled at me today.
I do not know who she is or where she came from
She must have been new in town,
I don’t remember seeing her face before.
What an amazing woman!
She smiled at ME.

Someone smiled at me today.
Her smile had a familiar warmth,
Did I know her?
It was as if her smile was trying to tell me something
but she hadn’t opened her mouth..
she continued smiling at ME

Someone smiled at me today.
Was this woman some kind of artist?
She stood at a distance at first ..as she drew closer,
I couldn’t help but look into her eyes.
It is was hard to believe what I saw.
She was now standing right here in front of me
and she was smiling at me.

It was a horrible day, it couldn’t have been worse
I was fired from my job, lost my phone & left stranded in the middle of the highway 

Yet I slept peacefully that night.
I couldn’t stop thinking…
That comforting smile 

Who was that woman?
Why was she smiling at me?
Where did she come from?
Where did she disappear?

Start – Restart – Reboot!


Walking to work at 7.45 a.m crossing the otherwise very busy M.G Road, thinking to himself ‘what have I got myself into… and a million other thoughts which crossed his mind, every single day. He didn’t even recognize himself at times, looking at himself in the mirror hanging on the wall. The fact that he lived alone, cooked for himself and knew no-one he could call his own, he had practically himself for company if he needed any. His colleagues at work..the lesser said about them the better.

A few years ago, he would have made a great advertisement for a health gym, now sported a bearded look..an almost invisible stomach, lanky that he was, he looked like a bamboo standing erect barely having enough stamina to get him to work and back.

He never quite got to work that day and no-one knew what had happened to him. Viktor Braganza SIMPLY disappeared ONE DAY!

It was 8.45 a.m and the accounts department had a chair empty. Work never stops for anyone and though it was obvious that the man occupying the NOW empty chair hasn’t come, was absent or on leave, work is carried on. The staff in the accounts department have to report earlier than the rest. They are all ready and geared up for another challenging and busy day at ‘Friggin’s Mall’. It’s a Saturday, usually the heaviest day of the week and Diwali being round the corner, the mall would be having more than its regular shoppers.

Catch the 2nd part to this story here 🙂 

the Introduction

Daddy, I have a special someone in my life and I would like you to meet him

Sure honey, how about tomorrow?


(The Next day)

Daddy, this is Antonious

Hello Young man

(turning to the daughter) Is this the same Antonious your mother has been talking about?

Yes daddy and I love him so much <3 <3 <3

(Excusing himself, he takes his daughter to the side)
Suzy..suzy..my dear child, can’t you find any other man? Haven’t you been in and out of a…what do you call it..’a friendship’ with him and now you’re in love with him?

But daddy…I so.. (Antonious interrups)

I’m sorry to interrupt, I could not help but overhear your conversation and in my defense Sir, I do love your daughter a lot and I am also a kind and gentle lover

Come again…?

(turns to suzy) Seriously..who is he again?



The Wedding night

Its one thing imagining different scenarios when it comes to having sex, but being right there with your wife, on your wedding night and you’re expected to have all the action, the pressure was building up slowly. Mario wasn’t nervous but he wasn’t all that relaxed either. Patricia was sitting on the bed while Mario found himself sitting on the sofa removing his socks and shoes.

“mind helping me pull down the zipper, I can’t reach behind”

Mario, now her husband helped her come out of her wedding dress which by no means was an easy task.

“that dress must be very heavy on you and you wore it all day today”

“that’s why it feels so good to get out of it” she replied, as he watched her walk towards the bathroom for her long awaited shower.

The more time she spent in the bathroom, the more time it gave him to think about ‘what comes next’. Not that he didn’t know, they had talked about it and she’d said that she wouldn’t mind doing it on the first night. He put his hand into his bag and took out a brand new underwear for the night, not that he was going to use it much. She would still see it. He chose a blue color, that was her favorite color.

It was already 1.15 in the morning by the time Mario had his shower while she was lying down on the bed waiting for him.

“are you gonna wear long pants to sleep?” she asked

He smiled, walked towards the light switch to turn the lights off, undid his pants and got under the sheets.

the one last time…

She poured out her heart to me..and as always I was there for her…she said she needed to talk, and we talked..a lot. We met at our favorite joint ‘Soft Cushions’, a little away from the hustle bustle of the city. She always liked the corner sofa for its extra soft cushions and the fact that they had dim lighting made it her favorite spot!

“see you in an hour at Cushions”

“this must be a really long talk, the sofa at the corner?” I asked

“yup as always” 🙂

“but…those cushions are like really soft, I kinda go right in..I’ll be there”

He was already there when I was parking my bike. Being regulars at “Cushions” the waiters knew our orders by heart. As we passed the food counter, the waiter asked

“Will it be the usual Ma’am?”

“Yes that and a lot of privacy” I smiled as we walked to our favorite corner

There was something distinctly different in Riya’s behavior, I couldn’t point on anything in particular that made her smile more. When I asked her what was special today? She replied saying that she was always happy when we spent time together. I told her that she was the bestest friend that anyone could have and that I was lucky to have her in my life. It was true, we did share liked this PERFECT friendship. We spoke about the good times we shared, when we first met in college and found ourselves sitting next to each other on the same bench, how we became friends to good friends and the fact that till this day we were best friends and shared all our deepest secrets with each other.

The Next Morning – 9.30am

Sitting on the bed, holding the card in my left hand, attached to it is a note. It read:

hi baby!

good morning! A glass of your favorite cold coffee is in the fridge, there is more in the container next to it.. I know you always like it cold.

Thank you for the wonderful time we spent together since last evening, it was very special, it meant a lot to me. What you’re holding in your other hand is my wedding invitation card. Yes, I am getting married in 2 days. By the time you read this, I’ll be on a flight to New York. All I wanted is a fitting end to a beautiful relationship we shared, I have always loved you but guess you only saw me as your best friend.

Remember you asked me “what was special today” I came with the intention of telling you my true feelings for you but when you said I was the bestest friend that anyone could have and that you were lucky to have me in your life, I understood you’ll never see me more than, ‘as a best friend’

“What is the meaning of this?” …as I recollected all of the previous evening’s events.

I get on to my phone to send her a message on whats app, scrolling up and down the contact list…how did her number disappear?

Trying to remember the number;

What was her number again?? 9 0 4 6 1 5…. 2? damn it!! 

Aim for the SKY!

Her luggage was all packed and ready. As the time of her departure drew closer, she asked herself one last time if she really wanted to go. The thought of leaving behind her family, friends and everyone that mattered to her was painful! But then it was her dream to go abroad for further studies, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and she knew she couldn’t let go of it. She took a deep breath, hugged her dad and mum real tight and said;

“As the plane passes over, I’ll wave out to you from my window, wave out back to me okay”

she bid goodbye and as her flight took off she knew in her heart that she was a girl that always aimed for the sky and settled for nothing less!

As the plane flew overhead, her parents waved out, looking upwards from their  living room gallery. If they only knew that it would be the last time they would wave out to their daughter.

It was another story that the plane never touched down on land again.

Love at first errr…erection

“damn! the electricity sux.. this is the 6th time this week” I told myself

Searching the kitchen drawers “…what a time to run out of candles”..I’ll ask next door, what better time than now to meet the neighbor”

There was no response after a couple of knocks. I decided to knock a little harder on the door latch..the door was opened and I hadn’t even realised.

“Ouch” he said

He had a weird expression on his face “Hiiii…elllooo, I am Suzy, your next door neigghhhh….”

Standing in front of me is a well..a man, a good man..a young man, but why was he almost naked? He had his jockeys on, he had not a single hair on his chest. Yes, I was leering.

“Excuse Me” he asked…

He was definitely in some kind of pain…I asked him “Is everything alright?”

“You knocked on me…!” he said

“I am extremely sorry, I didn’t mean to knock your….you” I sounded sincere

“I have some vaseline…” I went back into the pitch darkness of my apartment. A few things dropped but I managed to lay my hands on the bottle.

“Here it is…”

As I stood there in front of his door, I noticed his jockeys swell

I liked what I saw

He didn’t seem to want to cover up

It was dark, barring a few candles burning in his apartmentcandle.png

a few seconds passed, he broke the silence “Maybe I can lend you a candle”

“…Yes a candle…a long one if you have one… errr…. I mean a long lasting one…”

“or maybe you would like to come in and sit down, till the current gets back” he suggested

“Yes, I’d like that… I mean…that’d be nice, thankyou”

Wearing lounge shorts always made me feel comfortable, it seemed a little different tonight tho’

Ready…Set..Go…well not quite! ~2

You can catch the first part HERE

My bags were all packed and ready, I was ready …but I never quite made it to the International Airport to catch my flight in the wee hours of the morning.

The phone rang at around 12.15 a.m, I remember the time because I looked at the digital clock and wondered who could be calling at this ungodly hour.

the voice on the other side seemed to be very tense

“Martha..Martha, is that you..Candice..Candice..has she left for the airport?

“Aunty Maggie, this is Candice, how are you? Why are u sounding so tense?

“…there has been a firing..shooting..people are killed at V.T station..some attack..please don’t leave the house at any cost..stay indoors”

“whatttt!! this can’t be happeneing…but I have a flight to catch in….”

(shouting from the living room mummyyyyyyy..daddddyyyy, aunty maggie on the phone…there has been a shooting at V.T, some sort of an attack..but I have a flight to catch, how will I go?)

Rushing to the phone..Maggie what is it? After relating almost the same thing to my mother again..

Hearing all the high pitch sounds that my mom was making on the phone, my brother woke up too

“What’s going on..doesn’t anyone here want to sleep?”

In the meantime dad quickly switched on the TV for the latest updates. I was visibly very upset, considering my flight was to take off in less than 5 hours, how would I reach the Airport? We all sat in front of the television…

After mom put the phone down, she looks at me, “you’re not going anywhere girl..no education or job is more important than your life”

Why is everyone awake at this time? Allan turned his eyes on the television which was quite loud in volume “dad, normal sleep at this time, the TV is too loudwait!! what’s going on here? as he sat to watch updates flashing on the screen, all news channels had just one news flashing on their screens ‘Mumbai was under attack’ 

…yes my city was yet again in trouble as Allan kept on asking questions on how, who, why, where etc…

shhhhh.. my dad said, I’m watching

“Allan please, we’re trying to watch here…”

Alan..she suddenly remembered, Oh My God…AlanAlan

What? why are you talking now?… we’re all watching right? barked her brother

Not you..you dumbo, Alan..my friend. I told him to come to the airport..he….he…he….she looks for her phone..this cannot be possibly happening…

Where is my phone??