He was on his way to his friend’s home. Suddenly, rain started pitter-pattering onto his face. The thought of rain started agonising his mind, yet cooling his soul.

Just then, out of nowhere, rain poured heavily that he was drenched fully in a matter of seconds. Rainwater bit him cold, that he part his scooter to the side and put on his raincoat.

He started his journey again. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, that his worn out raincoat was not enough to prevent him from getting drenched. He had to close off his helmet glass as the water was striking his face like a million gunfire shot from above. His view was cut short due to the fog that had come on his helmet’s glass and the heavy rain on the outside. He was really annoyed that he had got out that precise moment.

Just 5 minutes later, the rain had completely stopped. Everywhere it looked as though rain was finished so many hours before. He looked above and saw the clouds part ways and the sun shines from between. It was really a wonderful sight to behold.

And just then, he started laughing. Laughing, thinking of the amazing chill ride he just had. He was laughing loud as though he had just seen something comedic right before his eyes. His heart was filled with happiness to its full. He was laughing and smiling at the thought that the sky had been playing with him this entire time.

What a teaser he is, the sky.

Lone Wolf – Day 5

A new day broke out once again. The light strokes that were emitted from the sun had touched the surface of the earth. The coolness of the night had finally met its end. The rainwater from last night’s rain fell from the leaves to the very soil. The early dawn free radical light sources were so smooth and so relaxing that it filled energy wherever it touched. All around, the signs of life energy surged everywhere. Everything was reawakening once again.

A missed call from the mobile customer care number had broken my relaxing slumber into a total distraught. It was actually a curse for all those people who have a mobile with them and a boon for people who have no one else to call them often. It’s like customer care is actually beneficial and a trouble at the same time.

So a new day begins in my troublesome life. I always had plans for the day, yet nothing seems to be working that time. I only have some hopes left, whether I could go somewhere and be along with nature, procuring the deep smell and sensation and the calm nature I get in my heart.

Since I the weather condition was good and my hopes at high, I was already prepared for going out for a ride. Since I can’t get the scooter for the job, I have to take my old cycle for the run. Since I had many time that day, I watched TV for the passing hour. At last, I thought of embarking on the journey and also give my cycle a test drive so as to check if it is in a perfect condition. I checked it one last time and took off.

Riding the bicycle after a very long time had really shown me the difference. I was able to ride it. There was no problem in riding it. But after riding my mother’s scooter all, this time, riding my bicycle makes me think that I am riding something really tiny. And also it made me feel I was so high from the ground. After riding a few ways, I found that the air in the tires was not sufficient and that was really a problem. It became really hard to ride and since the brakes on the cycle were nearly finished, even if I pull the brakes, it will ride a few ways before stopping. For a test drive, I thought of taking a path that I know, through the fields. It was good riding through the road seeing all the greenery of the grass, the cows and buffalos, all the birds and also the children playing far away and the vehicles coming across and behind me. It was a straight way, so I had no problem in going through. I stopped at some places and took photos.

After crossing the fields, I took a left turn. I know that this will lead to a place called Kunnatheri and finally my place, Manakkapady. At first, riding was simple. The average air in my tire was not a problem at all. After a few ways came to the problem, an up slope. I had to give all my strength to ride it. The up slope was a long way and I had to ride, giving all my energy to it. I found that having less air is now really a problem. I somehow rode to the top and went ahead. After some time, came another. Again, I had to ride giving as much energy that I got. After that, it was a straight road ahead. Then again I turned left and then again was the next upslope. I cursed that moment; I wondered whether this will end. I was breathing heavily then. I was taking as much air that I could at that time. I was breathing really heavily that my hands and legs were in pain all the time. But I didn’t get off the bicycle and think of walking with the cycle. I want to get to the top. Even if I fail in getting there, I will try my best. I was about to reach the top, then the pain increased suddenly like it doesn’t want me to reach there. But I got to the top and then finally reached Kunnatheri. Then went again left and after a few ways from there it was a long downslope and a small upslope, all that time riding all the up slope had made me tired and so riding even this small upslope was really hard for me, but I did and finally reached back home.

After getting back home, I was panting all the way. My head was twisting and felt a little nauseous. My body was all wet from sweat. I can’t walk or stand still. My legs were all feeling numb. It was a total blackout for me. It was like coming inside after looking at the sun for a long time. I couldn’t see anything. All the time, I could only see some blackish colour in front of my eyes. After reaching home came the next problem. The current was gone. I was burning like a fire, breathing heavily and at last, even the electricity had abandoned me. I was feeling so hot and numb that I fell to the bed and lay there for some time. After some time, the current came and a breeze of air touched my body. I was relieved at that time. Oh, the coolness and satisfaction that I got were beyond words at that time.

My mother was watching me with smiles on her face. She knows the trouble that I took and said –

“You can take my scooter from tomorrow onwards.”

Those words filled happiness in my soul to the limit and joy in my heart. She smiled and went off to her work. I looked upwards and wondered what the next day would bring and I know something special is waiting and I dozed off.

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God’s Mistake

“Oh, why the hell did I create them?” – God came and glanced down to earth and spot humans dismantling the magnificence of Mother Nature.

God was filled with utter remorse and deep wrath thinking of the mistake he had done, to think that his greatest creation would rule the world into perfection.

He had no idea that one day earth would be filled with dirty narrow-minded people fighting for materialistic means more than emotions. He never thought that the defective piece would, at last, outgrow the genuine one.

He was up to his limits and was about to destroy human lives when he noticed the children planting trees, people taking care of the grownups, parents sacrificing their time for the betterment of their children, seeing children’s joy and laughter and knew at that precise moment that all was not completely lost.

“Oh, so there are good people among these wicked ones. Hope everything will turn out fine at last.”  With high hopes, he smiled and went.



She is like a jellyfish. As cute as a squishy toy and yet so cuddly than the softest pillow that ever existed.

She is a princess of the high ocean tides that rules and colours my feeble heart in gowns of pink. With a touch as soft, yet stingingly so striking that it captures the essence of my heart away from me.

She yearns for adventure as it is in her blood with dreams and aspirations as electrified as the touch of a jellyfish. With hopes that one day, would make her reach the peak and shout that she succeeded and I’m looking at her from the side and smiling.


Written for Three Line Tales, Week 77

Stairway to Heaven

“Mommy, what is that? Is that a staircase?”

Jack a boy of 5, young and cute and was full of curiosity. He was on his way back to the city.

“Yes, that is a staircase.”

“But it’s so different than what we have in the city. That looks so wrecked.”

“Because that step was not made by professional people like what we have in the city. That was merely made by some local people.”

“Isn’t walking on that hard? There is no regular pattern, nothing to hold on to and we can slip easily on those.”

“But son, remember that we can’t gain anything in this world without any hardships. Even the stairway to heaven looks more raggedly and is filled with more obstacles than those.”


Written for FFfAW Challenge-Week of July 18, 2017

Fountain of Youth

Captain Sheridan was a pirate. He was a grey bearded old geezer, and the captain of the ferocious pirate ship that rules the tides of the seas.

“Land Ho!”

“Ahoy, me laddies. We are near our journey’s end to procure my loot. Raise the colours.”

The pirate flag was hoisted.  Everyone was filled with utter enthusiasm. They’ve reached the destination – the isle of the Fountain of Youth.

They drop their boat to the waters and rode off to the shores of the island. They walked through the deep vines and bushes and reached the mouth of a cavern.


They spot skeletons all over the place. Fear ascended in the crew members hearts.

“Avast ye, this cavern smell danger.” – One of the crew members said.

“Don’t fear laddies. No fear should strike ye all down. Come on.”

They all went inside the cavern and spot a tablet of rock with something written. In the tablet, it inscribes – “Take what thee desire. But desires have a high price. He that drinks from this water shall gain only to lose.”

“This is old seadog tale. Come on me laddies.”

They went on to find the most beautiful fountain ever seen by mankind. The exquisite beauty of the fountain structure with a statue of a mermaid holding a pot from which water runs down was a sight to behold. They went forth and looked into the water. The water was crystal clear, yet glazing as the sunlight beam flashing inside.

“I alone shall drink from this. No one else touches this water.”

“Aye captain”

He bent down and drank the waters and stood straight. He looked at himself and saw no change in his appearance.

“So, all this was scallywag rubbish. This is not the fountain of mystical power. Arrr… Blow this piece into smithereens.”

His crew member destroyed the fountain into pieces. The captain’s rage was filled to the level. But suddenly light shown before him and his body started changing. He has turned back to his young age. Bold and brave.

“Blimey! I’m back to me old self. Open the deck and rum for all.”

They returned back to see a devastating sight on the sea.

“Look there, sea creature on a rampage.”

“Oh, Shiver me timbers, my ship, that where me son is.”

“Look, our boat is missing too.”

They stood helpless watching as the sea monster destroyed the ship and killed everyone on it including the captain’s son.

“Oh, why did this has happened to me? Now I’m back to my youth but have sent my young lad to Davy Jones’ Locker. The black spot soon will condemn us.”

Suddenly the island began to sink into the waters. The crew members began running and screaming, but the captain kneeled in the fresh white sand and cried. He had corrupted that holy isle and so received the outcome along with the island.

Written for Weekly Writing Prompt #98


Everyone loved playing Hide and Seek and that’s why the children always play it.

“1, 2, 3… 99,100. Ready or not, here I come.”

He searched for his friends everywhere he could. He went through the courtyard of the houses, went through the edges of the bushes, and looked everywhere else.

“There, saw you.”

He accomplished in finding most of his friends. Everyone was laughing and smiling in utter joy.

“Timmy, come have your lunch.” – His mother called and he went home.

But there was still one boy, hiding somewhere in his secret hideout thinking and grinning of his awesome hiding place, yet wondering why no one has come in search of him.

Written for This Week’s Challenges: July 16 – 22 (OWPC & WW)


She was busy investing and studying the wonderful world inside the museum.

“Hey, look at all these breathtaking artifacts. They’re so rare and lively.”

“I see nothing more than some junk that is left long ago by those ancient people some decades, maybe centuries back.”

“You might think all these things are junk now, but these are the foundation that turned out to be some of the best inventions there is today.”

He stood silent.

Written for Photo Challenge #173


My love; he was a camouflage, so perfectly concealed inside with prickling thorns that struck outside blended along with the flowery aroma of daydreams, a radiant aura that highlighted his very self and a deep sensation of affection, delightful, yet so wicked.

I was so immensely mesmerised by him that I failed to see the bitter truth that had been revealed many times right before my very own veiled eyes, which I brushed along my shoulder, together with the harsh words that entered my ear canal about him from my dear friends.

I swallowed all the troubles that were on the verge of filling up and looked up at the stars in hope that everything will turn out fine one day, that everything will be so magical, a happily ever lived era in Wonderland.

And so, I failed in recognising his wolfish lust filled eyes peering all through myself and the black heart that vigorously always wanted to tear me down entirely and let his desires find satisfaction in me; that he was a chameleon, so vicious and disguised in numerous posh colours, changing according to the mood; sometimes so sarcastic, and yet so romantic.

But I failed to understand that all of the numerous sweet talks were nothing more than an outright lie; and so, I couldn’t find out who he actually was before he stabbed my poor fragile heart and raped my feeble body until I faded away into nothingness.


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