Rendezvous

Originally posted on The Perfectly Imperfect Bunch:
I’m sitting, draped in my mother’s georgette sari, hands folded demurely in my lap, gaze trained down at my feet like I was told to do. I’m hyper-conscious of everything right now. Who moves, who stares, what they say. I suppose he must feel the same way. This…

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Happy New Year – A Story

I’m at a carnival. ‘Goodbye 2016, Welcome 2017’ a neon sign glares overhead. The scene around me looks like something right out of a sappy rom-com where lovers unite at the end of a year to welcome the new one locked in each other’s embrace, but I’m muttering curses under my breath as she pulls…

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Pincheliosclerosis – A Story

‘Mrs. Mehta!’ the buxom lady in the gaudy, hot pink chiffon sari lumbered over and engulfed Chiroo’s mother into a death-embrace. Chiroo was sure the bear hug must have given his mother a hernia. He could swear he heard a crunch where his Mother’s emaciated bones creaked with the enormous strain they were being subjected to.…

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Thirty Seconds Tale #20: Something Gained, Something Lost

via Daily Prompt: Sparkle ‘Alright darling, chest out, hips back, inhale deeply and step out. Don’t forget to bow gracefully for our audience at the end. I need you to sparkle for me tonight. It’s a full house.’ And she did. She sparkled, she enthralled, she wooed them all with her nearly four feet childish…

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Thirty Seconds Tales #19: Just My Rotten Luck!

Perhaps the only time luck was on my side was when you waltzed into this tiny town. You were who I’d been looking for. The answer to my fervent prayers. The epitome of the gallant knight that every girl lost in her fantasies dreamed of. The panacea for my lonesome, paltry existence. But typical of…

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The Peeper

Originally posted on The Perfectly Imperfect Bunch:
Most people have some bad habits. Some pick their noses. Some chew their fingernails down to the skin. Some pick at their pimples. I had one too. I used to spy on women changing clothes. I don’t know how I developed this habit, or why. I wasn’t particularly sex-crazed…

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Thirty Seconds Tales #18: Daddy’s Girl

{Front door creaks open and the figure of a young woman appears into the nearly dark room. Another figure, that of a man, appears from the door on the far left of the room. He switches on the lights. The young woman winces at the bright lights.} ‘Where have you been all this time? Do you…

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