Writing 101 : Day 5, Be Brief

Another short story from me. I wanted to limit the story within 200 words, and am glad I managed to do so. 🙂

“If you ever loved me, meet me at 7 p.m. tonight, at the exit gate. I want to see you, before the engagement next week.”

The words in this letter, he found at the Restaurant table, evoked mixed reactions within him. Was Simar trying to get back? Why now, after an year of no contact?

What now? Should I go?

No, I’m getting engaged to this wonderful girl next week. Simar has no place in my life now. But, what does she wants to say now? No, I’m not going, that’s final.


Rahul reached at the exit at 6:45, pacing to and fro. With obviously, no trace of Simar.

As the clock strikes 7, he turns himself towards the gate.

“Rekha, what are you doing here?”

“You!” said a shocked Rekha. “I didn’t want to cheat you. I was just.. Don’t get me wrong. That call was just a means to sort the matter with my ex. Please ignore this. I’m sorry.” She started crying.

“Oh!” Rahul fell short of words. “I thought the letter was from..”


Writing 101: Day 4, Serially Lost : Part I

Today’s challenge is really an interesting one. To see things through and plan about the three parts certainly helps one to work around the original idea. As I have a soft corner for writing short stories, I will attempt to create a three part story for this challenge. This is not what i’ve directly experienced but what I have seen others going through and wouldn’t wish anyone to face.

“I’m telling you baby, behave yourself. You’re too young to light them by yourself. Why don’t you listen to me, huh?”

“Mumma, just one. Please,” requested Ashish with such an innocent look Aarti just couldn’t refuse.

“Come with me, let’s light this phuljhadi,” said Aarti and the frowny creases left her forehead.

“Hurrah! Here I come,” said Ashish jumping with joy.

“Here we go. No, keep your hand behind mine baby,” said Aarti as he was teaching Ashish how to light the phuljhadi

“Aarti, come here. Mum needs your help in the kitchen,” said Ajay.

“Just coming. Ashish, let’s go inside. Your Dad is calling.”

“Come fast Aarti, Mum has burnt her hand.”

“Oh Gosh!,” mumbled Aarti and left for the kitchen.

Left alone, Ashish was awestruck to see so much lightning in sky. It amazed him to see how red, blue, yellow, green colors filled up the sky. Ashish had always been like that. It was such a joy for a child’s mind to cherish this interesting mix of colors on display in sky. He would eagerly wait for Diwali to arrive. Whenever he would see the cracker’s or a rocket bomb’s sparks going off, he would jump with excitement. Never stopping the claps. It was a delight in itself to see his glowing eyes. He felt it was unfair that he wasn’t allowed to light the crackers himself.

As Ashish was following the path of a rocket bomb’s sparks, trying to match up to its speed by running across their home’s ground. He saw it falling outside the gate of their house. He ran with utter joy, expecting the marvel he saw in sky to be finally in his hands. Stepping outside the gate, he started looking for the bomb. His face sulked, when he couldn’t find it easily. Then, there was some lighting across the end of the road and he saw his Prize. As he rushed to obtain it, a Car turned from that same corner, hitting him badly and crushed him to death.

Click here for Part II.