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The City of Dreams
I do not know his name. But, I know him well. I know him by his face. Browned with many Indian summers. I know him by his hair, black, flopped to the side. By his insipid white shirt, bought off a wheel cart by the stati… -
55 words
Avni, inspired me to share some of my 55 Word Flash Fiction with you: Lovers Suleiman flicks the switch, the glare reveals his two wives sprawled upon the floor. Naked, glistening. A hand upon a taut nipple, fingers p… -
The Beginning
Little grapes hang from blackened trees, Mohsin plucks one, and pops it into his mouth, juicing it, encircling it, swallowing it. The smell lingers, sweet like summer air, the taste lingers, the purple stays. And, Mohsin… -
Strange Love
He runs, runs out of the door onto the yellow fields. The purple, pink flowers -crushing them with his feet. With love, and delight; crushing them nonetheless. She watches him from the window- a little hole in the wall- … -
Make-up, mehendi and a Coca Cola.
Just then, Jameem enters the decrepit flat- bare walls, cubicles, brown chipping off the wood, paint peeling off the walls. In a jiffy, her burkha lies upon the dotted floor- revealing dark-brown, freckled skin, gaudy go… -
Yellow rags and Vaccuum cleaners
A yellow rag sits upon the window sill of the white, brown kitchen. Asha hurriedly picks it up, and mops the counter clean. And, upon it she chops freshly rinsed beans, little brown onions, yellowed peppers and orange-br… -
Anna
Anna chuckles, because the wind so furiously laps her up, her purple-green skirt swirls ludicrously in the darkness. Her eyes dance, her hands flail. And, if you're standing there, watching her... you want to take her in… -
Like Father, Like Daughter
Her father sat weary-eyed, right center of the room. His hands shuffled between the pearl white tea-cup and the pink-brown newspaper. Sometimes, his eyes glanced up at the maroon-and-wood room, the door, the kitchen abuz… -
Some bridges even distances can't gap
On a windy Christmas morning, she sat there watching him and she knew at once, she had fallen in love. Over silly introduction games, a glorious spread of lunch, and mellow music. And then, time and love took it's course… -
Painted Blues Line the Shore
A tiny stream runs through concrete pebbles and blades of green grass. When it rains, the blades glisten with all the promise of a new life. But some days, the sun shines through and the pebbles light up like the orange …
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