Their Last Date

He walked over to the bench that overlooked the waterfront.

Her laughter echoed over the bay, swathed in blues and greens, but more blue than green. They sat on the brown bench and gazed at the blue waters. He could not have asked for a better place for their last date.

It was their last date in an on-off relationship and he had decided to bend his knee for her, and in his hand would be their ring. And from tomorrow, they would have moved forward, and this would be their last date indeed.

He knew she was the one he had been waiting for. They had had their fair share of fights and misgivings – one fight had seen her aiming a vase at his face. Yet they had stuck together for so long. So, he had realised, they should stick together till death do them apart.

As he went down on his knee, she got up to shield him from the red hot wave that crashed from the shore onto the waves of the sea. 

He remembered searching for her eyes but instead finding tears in front of his. He shivered from the overwhelming pain of that memory. It made him drop his phone that played the recordings of the fateful day, when a bomb blast had separated them, over a distance greater than physical.

The video was playing as it always did: at this spot, on this day for every single year for the past 40 years, and he clasping the now chipped ring.

The scene on his mobile ended with an image of the ruckus of the bay blown apart in a bloody red hue. The authorities had set right the place for the public’s eye. But in his mind’s eye, their last date would always be bathed in bloody red.

A man on a bench overlooking water and a skyline
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Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Week (May 31 – June 6, 2016) – 300 words.

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Doctor Moon

Day 3:
Theme: Skin,
Style: Prose Poetry,
Device: Internal Rhyme

The moon felt sad about his bad face
and asked the sun to share one of her rays.
Soon it grew to be in a new phase
And light filled its quiet rocky surface.

The little boy could never smile because he always thought that he was the ugliest person to live. He thought none wanted to be close as he was hideous and unattractive. He had often asked the doctor to help him out, and once the doctor had consented. Exchanging the pills for a wad of cash, to his home in excitement, he did dash.

Yet, the gorgeous moon was far from joyous
A dark mark stayed on the Earth, which was mysterious.
It projected him into guilt more than he expected
and created a plan to work to help the dejected.

On his way he saw the homeless, begging for food and money. But he noticed that they neither had shelter or anything to call cosy. This brought tears to his eyes, as he felt him despise for himself. He chalked up a plan and walked up to the clinic again.

The moon bounced the light to the provinces that were dim
So those in the shadow were thankful to him.
He felt joy that made him melt, in which he started to swim
He knew he should do more according to his prayer hymn.

The boy went back to the clinic and traded his money back for the graded pills. He got back to the sector of the poor and gave out the money, becoming a donor. He found joy, by spreading it. A pleasure he had been unaware of so far. He made the decision to take the action forward as he knew the God of this creation would want him to.

The moon soon disappeared to become new
and about where it went no one knew.
Till he eclipsed the sun, he did grew
and the solar power did cry and raise hue.

The power of the moon was thus made known
The sun cowered and was covered by the moon which shone
His influence on the earth’s waves and ways are stronger
It is the moon that is, to the earth, closer
much like the boy who, as a better doctor became renown.

Blew It Up

A picture of a balloon seller at a carnival
This week’s photo prompt is provided by pixabay.com

The balloon seller, walked down his usual paths, selling his wares, in his usual way:

Get these balloons for all the good children
And not for those, who break stuff and away run.
Come ye. Come all. Get these balloons from me
and gift it to your boys and girls who have a good story

And his usual way, unfortunately for the parents, was alongside schools and parks. On hearing his song, children would look at their parents for a judgement of behaviour. And in order to pacify them, the fathers and mothers would buy balloons for their children.

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Day 17: Cut. Copy. Paste.

Today’s Prompt: We all have anxieties, worries, and fears. What are you scared of? Address one of your worst fears.

Today’s Twist: Write this post in a style distinct from your own.


We all fear something in life. Sometimes more than one fear at the same time. It could have a fear of failing in class, a fear of “what-if?”, a fear of dying alone and lonely, and so on and so forth.

I’m no exception. I’ve had my fair share of fears. I still do too. But somehow as each fear arises, solutions also manifest that help me overcome. Sometimes, it’s easy. Sometimes I need to sleep on it. Sometimes I’ll have to talk it out with someone who’s faced it. No matter the method, a solution is always available. The fact is that this too shall pass.

Continue reading Day 17: Cut. Copy. Paste.

Day 16: Neither The Beginning Nor The End (Part 3/3)

Today’s Prompt: Imagine you had a job in which you had to sift through forgotten or lost belongings. Describe a day in which you come upon something peculiar, or tell a story about something interesting you find in a pile.

Today’s twist: If you’d like to continue our serial challenge, also reflect on the theme of lost and found more generally in this post.

The first post in this series, Day Four: Lost in Thought (Part 1/3) can be considered as from the dad’s point of view.

The second post in this series, Day 13: Faith Found (Part 2/3) includes a conversation between the father and the son and has a reference to the mother also.

And, hence, I welcome you to the third, and most probably final post in the series – from the point of view of the boy.


Continue reading Day 16: Neither The Beginning Nor The End (Part 3/3)

Day Four: Lost in Thought (Part 1/3)

Today’s Prompt: Write about a loss: something (or someone) that was part of your life, and isn’t any more.

Today’s twist: Make today’s post the first in a three-post series.


In No Sense of Innocence

I seriously don’t feel like writing now, but I’m going to get this done.
Anytime at all, for me, writing and creating will always be fun.

I wanna write about the loss of innocence
A feeling that we behave without an inner sense.

Continue reading Day Four: Lost in Thought (Part 1/3)

Day Two: Room of Requirement

Today’s Prompt: If you could zoom through space in the speed of light, what place would you go to right now?

Today’s twist: organize your post around the description of a setting.


I first think around of places I’ve already been to, which isn’t a lot. Apart from my home, hanging out with my friends in their homes there aren’t many places with specific memories attached. There’s school and college, which becomes a case of familiarity breeding contempt. Then there are places to which I’m bound by duty, such as banks and temples, and places like hospitals which I visit for emergencies. I have memories for each of these places, and in retrospect, they are the good-old-days.

The words of the prompt made me think of Superman, someone capable of just floating around in the upper atmosphere and maybe zooming around through space at the speed of light. The concept of nowhere as an answer to this prompt sounds cool. But then I think of Interstellar and Dr. Hugh Mann who abandoned the planet he was born on, the one he landed on, and the people who were there on both.

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Post#1: Yearn To Learn. Not Learn To Earn.

Today, the world runs on money. It’s a language that anyone can understand as long as you can translate convert it. Today, it’s money that maketh the human. The way to money seems quite established – either inherit it or earn it. There are other ways, but that’s not the road we’re taking in this post today.

If you’re not already born with a silver spoon, you probably have to earn it for yourself. Education is often established as an assured way to ensure that you get a paying job. Some others root for learning by doing as well. They argue that

…do we really learn what we need out of life from school?

stuff we don't learn, but need to
Just search for “mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell meme” and indulge in the humour

We have seen several memes flooding the internet on how we have learned nothing with regard to real-life but we do know that mitochondria are the powerhouse of the cell. While this is an exaggeration – there are classes in school that cover what we face in life – we also should agree that it’s not inclusive of everything one would need to function. On the other hand, parents/guardians take to focussing on answering the “what next?” question for the child – expect them to get a professional degree.

So what is a professional degree?
Well, in a sentence, it is best described as THE COURSE which absolutely, unconditionally, and unquestionably lands you in a job that’s looked up in the society and keeps your bank account healthy, wealthy and wise.

While studying for a job might seem like the solution to the problem – you end up gaining skills that are going to help your real career – it might not be the right solution in the longer term. With so many bright people running the race to get to the finish line of “I-have-joined-the-best-course-in-the-best-college”, you might wonder how everyone will land in a dream job. Well, they don’t. We also have a large number of people graduating out of colleges – which causes the next set of problems

  • Should people only get hired for a job that they studied for? As in, would you want to base the rest of your life off what you should have learnt in a few years?
  • Are there enough vacant jobs in the field that you want – that want someone with your skills and experience?
  • Would you rather stay unemployed than get a job that isn’t up to your degree?

There are of course a handful who may be able to get through to what they want to. Students with varied interests might end up in courses that divert them from what they actually like doing. This gives rise to two groups:

  • Students who end up learning their lessons just to earn a degree and a job.
  • Students who love their area of study, and yearn to learn.

Those who are going to learn to earn, and those who are going to yearn to learn. Well, this is a problem all right. The solution sounds simple – let people study what they want to instead of forcing one’s dreams onto one’s children. Or even if you’re not and are giving your inputs about what to study/do next based on your good intentions, provide it as a choice and not an ultimatum. Hopefully, given time, we’ll have passionate people pursuing what they love, who become passionate professionals who are proud of what they do.


This post was written years ago when I had just walked out of school and jumped through many hoops before getting to college. Some or most of my points in my earlier posts, such as this, do feel cringeworthy. If you feel that some content should be rewritten/removed, please do let me know.