Three Line Tale #21: No Foolery!

Why stare at me like that? No, this is no show of foolery! I'm an artiste, I feel happy filling your life with rainbows and dreams.... This post was written in response to Three Line Tales 243. I thank Sonya for hosting this challenge. The challenge was to write three lines inspired from the prompt.... Continue Reading →

Three Line Tale #20: A Plea

Oh no, little fox pup, don't try this with him, don't haggle with him, stay away! Your pain, terror reflected in your deep eyes on your shrunken little countenance, won't melt his heart. He's the same monster who put your mother to a big sleep, in a "merry" sport for his "recreation". This post was... Continue Reading →

Three Line Tale #16: Daredevil

He comes around, amidst the orange fields, with a sly smile veiled under his head gear. His dark visor, reflecting my dead past- the orange rutted track mixed with deep red. The present from justice- father's breaths locked forever and he's free, riding evermore recklessly. This post was written in response to Three Line Tales... Continue Reading →

Three Line Tale #15: Hide ‘N Seek

Only today, the Eazeee Wash Launderette had given the above advertisement in the Daily Express with the tag line- “When clothes come to life!” The five year old, Kara stared intently at this picture, only to air a spark in her tiny head. And now she knew exactly where to hide, when her mum comes… Continue Reading →

Three Line Tale #12: Found My Place!

'They' always said, "You won't be able to, cause passion is always crushed under the feet of duty." But today my ever awaiting eyes under this cap, gleam with bliss when the violin bow slides along these strings, winning their hearts. And that little heart beating it's march within, says, "I did it!", a retired... Continue Reading →

Three Line Tale #9: Escape from reality

She gets out, every evening, from her wobbly hut, sheltering her granny, at death's door, her mother coughing through the smoke spreading from the chullah and her father, fed up of his life, having seen nothing but poverty. Each day she cycles to the bridge- her escape from reality, the sky of her dreams, welcoming... Continue Reading →

Three Line Tale #8: Magnified?

Miss McCready entered the park through a large gate with the board, "Caution! Mind your head", she spread her palms in amazement, not knowing why it was hung there. Then she moved forward to see a giant ogre like man, almost eight feet, which made her fall flat, unconscious. On carrying her to the doctor,... Continue Reading →

Three Line Tale #7: The Fort

As the fort was nearing, both of them were completely puffed up, yet their lips curved in a way of smile, their eyes sparkled, once looking at the fort and then looking at each other. About thirty years back, the same narrow path was an easy walk, while hiking and their fond love found expression... Continue Reading →

Three Line Tales #3: Concern

He sat assembling the model morning, noon and night. He wouldn't listen to his mother calling him, "Son, what are you up to?" He came in running, showing his automatic vegetable cutter model and said, "Mother, I plan to bring this model to reality in future, so that you don't cut your fingers." This post... Continue Reading →

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