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Sudden turn of events

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In response to The Daily Post- Sudden turn of events

( It was lying in the draft section. Some truth some fiction)

I was sitting on my veranda making some patterns on the floor with the chalk; I was totally engrossed in it when I heard some commotion across the street. 

O my God! What police were doing in front of Mrs. Bajpai’s house?

Now Mr. and Mrs. were the nicest neighbors one could have.

Our house was just opposite to their house. We were new to the locality. My father, with four children and wife has shifted to this house just six months back. 

We became friendly instantly with everyone as they all were very friendly, accommodating and compatible lot.

There were people from all cast and community living in peace and harmony in our locality.

We celebrated each and every festival with same zeal and fervor. 

Slowly we came to about the background of every family. 

We became very friendly with Mr. and Mrs. Bajpai.

They had six boys, all grown up and had moved away leaving their parents to look after each other. They occasionally came to visit their parents initially but that practice was stopped as they became busier with their work.

Mr. and Mrs. Bajpai never complained. 

Most of the people in the locality lived in rented house. Very few had their own house.

Though our owner never bothered us but he was very particular about rent. You give him rent in time and he will keep quite.

 Mr. Bajpai was doing some small business and the income was barely  sufficient for both of them to live peacefully though savings were a distant dream. Raising six boys was not an easy job. Mr. ’s earning was spent in providing them good education. They could not save any money for their old age.

Real problem started when Mr. Bajpai died suddenly leaving his wife in a helpless.  She had no income and was unable to run her husband’s business, she could not manage rents.

Now accomplished by the police the landlord had himself come there to evict her from the house.

The neighbors tried to intervened and offered some donation but she declined saying it was not a practical solution. How long could they manage and they have their family to look after too.

Mother asked her to move in with us but she declined that too knowing well how small our house was.

We were all crying for failing to do something for our beloved Mrs. Bajpai. We were feeling very miserable. We prayed to god to send some solution.

Solution came but it was not so good as we found later.

Mr Bajpai’s younger brother who had a fight with his brother and lived separately came and took her with him.

We heaved a sigh of relief and thanked God that still some humanity was left in him. Though he could have helped them when his brother was still alive.

Everybody got busy in their daily routine.

After say 15 days my mother asked me to go and see how Mrs Bajpai was doing. I went there ans saw she was not very happy. She tried to hide her discomfort but i could smell it as I was close to her. Her sister in law was not treating her well.

Mrs Bajpai took her permission to visit our house which she readily granted thinking that at least one time meal is saved.

Mrs Bajpai asked me to write a letter to her distant cousin who live quite a distance from our city and whom she had not seen for a long time.

Thankfully he came after sometime and took her with her.

That was the last, no, after one month we got a letter from her siting she is happy.

Then we never heard from her. Our letters came back undelivered.

God knows what happened to so affectionate, always ready to help others Mrs bajpai.

 

 

Friday Fictioneers- scars

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PHOTO PROMPT © Peter Abbey

PHOTO PROMPT © Peter Abbey

Fiction

100 words

Scars

Ruby has to cross the lonely footbridge daily on her way to school. She goes and returns with friends, and still mother never forgets to remind her strictly to never pass the bridge alone. Though their colony is very safe, security guards are posted everywhere.

Ruby wonders why mother is so scared. She asks mother.

Mother looks in her eyes. She is so young and innocent; she will not understand it now.

Once mother made a mistake of crossing a footbridge all alone when she was young.

Mother still shivers.

Time heals all wounds but some scars never fade away.

 

 

 

A Month of Mini Writing Challenges

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A Month of Mini Writing Challenges

Day 28 – Pick the title of a favourite song.  That’s your inspiration.  Now write a story inspired by it in 30 words.

( Inspiration for this story is my favorite song’ Jo Hai Sama, Kal Ho Na Ho
This very moment ,may not be there tomorrow)

Regret

Can we meet today?

Please, it’s important.

Sorry! I have some important assignment to complete.

Next day she met with an accident and was gone to leave me regretting forever.

 

 

 

Friday Fictioneer- Chicken Heart

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PHOTO PROMPT © Luther Siler

PHOTO PROMPT © Luther Siler

Fiction

101 words

Chicken Heart

 

I can tell a murderer when I see one and have never been proved wrong in my long police job.

This woman with such a pious and innocent face, sitting near a brutally murdered body, confused me. She just didn’t fit the scene.

She can’t be a murderer.

Her friends and relatives confirmed my views.

She couldn’t kill a mosquito; she was in fact, a chicken heart. They vouched.    I slapped her to bring her out of the trance. For a second her expression changed. There was wrath and hatred in her eyes. She hissed, ‘He dared to molest my daughter.’

Friday Fictioneers- Forlorn

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PHOTO PROMPT - © Jennifer Pendergast

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PHOTO PROMPT – © Jennifer Pendergast

Fiction

100 words

Forlorn

A forlorn boat,

Recalling its journey of sailing stealthily one night,

Overloaded with men and women

Huddled like cattle

Collected from some poor country

Lured with promises of food, security and job

Chained together

To unknown destination to them

Where slavery and ill fate

Awaits them

Suddenly human trafficker gets a signal

‘Coast guards are on the way to catch him’

In his haste to escape

Forces them to jump in the sea

Leaves them to be buried alive

And sails away with his boat

No one searches for them

No one missed them

Sea hides all signs of crime.

Friday Fiction- Cold- Blooded

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PHOTO PROMPT - ©Claire Fuller

Thanks Clair for this PHOTO PROMPT – ©Claire Fuller

COLD BLOODED

The prisoners were lying in the morgue in a row, their sale-able organs removed.

They were handpicked by the racketeer from various prisons, very well knowing that no one ever came to visit them or inquired about them, so they were easy prey.

They will lie there for few days then will be cremated without any sympathy or concern.

‘Worthless! Would have died anyway in the prison, without doing any good deed’, thought the racketeer,’ now at least they will serve the mankind with their valuable organs. They should thank me for they will be going to heaven at last.’

 

 

Friday Fictioneers- 1 AUGUST 2014- The cheater

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PHOTO PROMPT- Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Word Count- 100

The Cheater

I woke up with a start. Something was wrong.

He was gone.

No goodbye, no farewell speech. He took his flight and was gone to his journey to unknown destination, after sixty years of solid partnership.

How could he go just like that?

Forgetting all that love, caring, understanding, not taking each other for granted our comfort in communication or in silence, our oath to leave this world together.

‘Don’t leave me’, I cried. ‘Take me with you’, I begged.

The cheater!

Left me all alone,to dwell in the memories of past, to wait for my turn.

 

Friday Fictioneers-Humanity Disgraced

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PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Word count- 100

HUMANITY DISGRACED

When the land scam was exposed, all associated scammers  panicked. They were thinking of new schemes to save themselves. A huge fire broke out in the building where the files of their misdeeds were kept. The fire burned all the files but surprisingly bigwigs and their staff escaped. It was too big a coincidence, unbelievable, but the investigating committee ruled out the sabotage angle. When the price is right everything can be settled. The disheartening part was their indifference for the few innocent people, who were trapped inside and died, ‘In an overpopulated country a few less make no difference.’

Five Sentence Fiction – Waiting/ Wake Up Call

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Five Sentence Fiction – Waiting

 

WAKE UP CALL

 

The world was waiting with bated breath; my team members were chewing their nails as it was cricket world cup finals between two recognized rival countries making the match more interesting.

 

Last over, last ball and I was the last batsman to take the strike, only four runs needed to win.

 

I looked equally menacingly at the bowler; corrected my stance: it was either hit six or be doomed.

 

Someone wailed in my ears ‘ wake up silly, wake up’

 

Oh no! Why mother comes always at the wrong time or was it the dream always comes at the waking time.

 

 

Friday Fictioneer- 15 Aug 2014

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Its time again to read some wonderful stories here-  

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright - Jan Wayne Fields

PHOTO PROMPT -Copyright – Jan Wayne Fields

 

 

 Fiction

Word Count- 101

 

Link Restored

Mother wrote to me,

“Everyone turns to their root at one point in their life.”

“Ha!” I replied, “I have adjusted in this foreign land with its culture, philosophy and almost everything, moreover I’m comfortable with work facilities here.”

Mother replied,

“People are like migratory birds, no matter how much you fly away, you come back home at last.”

“No way!” I concluded.

Now watching my parents standing hand in hand even after so many fights, arguments, difference of opinion at their fiftieth wedding anniversary, I suddenly felt insecure, can’t explain why?

I wrote to mother,

“Mother we are coming back.”

 

My sister-in-law with her husband at their fiftieth wedding anniversary.