Thirty Seconds Tales #17: Something Broken

A four-year-old says to his babysitter – ‘What is cloaked?’ ‘Covered.’ ‘Then what is clocked?’ ‘Something to do with time, or achieving something. Please, not now. I’m trying to find my phone. I don’t know where I put it… Did you see my phone?’ He doesn’t answer. After a while. ‘What is croaked?’ ‘Aargh! Can…

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Thirty Seconds Tales #15 : Ripped Off

She wore the best from her wardrobe that night. The Manish Malhotra lacy sari with gold brocade detailing on the blouse, brought out the bronze in her skin so that she looked like an Aztec goddess. There were Swarovski’s on her feet and pure Temple jewelry on her ears, but that heavy Ganesha pendant stole…

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A Perfectly Imperfect Collaboration

No folks, this isn’t a story. This is an announcement of a collaboration that I’ve become a part of.  So this is how it came about… Fellow blogger Nitesh from Sketches by Nitesh had this marvellous idea of inviting people who love writing to author one collaborative blog, so they could all talk about why they write…

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Her Happy Family

It’s a fact that we crave what we don’t have, but we care naught for what we have in hand. Like the young ones impatient to run out of the gates of her daughter’s High School, who wanted nothing more than to give up the confines of the school and their homes and burst out…

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The Addict

2.49 AM I am not doing it! No, no noooooo, I’m not. I’m stronger than that. I can’t let something screw me over so bad that it decides how my day goes by. NO! That’s inhuman, degrading, vile….. Arrrghhh! I need some water. *a few gulps down* 2.50 AM Why, God why?! Why did you…

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Ironies

Why isn’t there a setting for slow and then super-duper slow on fans?  Why isn’t a Popsicle large enough to make you stop craving for another one?  Why do you pay for air from a chips packet when we have it for free outside?  Why do we always want to go pee when there’s no…

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Thirty Seconds Tales #14: Men vs. Women

“G! Fetch me those hot pink curtains. I need to hang them here over this window.” G, the obedient husband, goes over to the other room, grabs the curtains and hands them to his wife, P. P gives him a look. “What?” G exclaims. He is confused. “These aren’t the hot pink ones! These are…

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