Friday, September 17, 2010

Reap - 77 Fiction

Note:- 77 Fiction infers to fictional writings bounded to a maximum of 77 words.


One more crop failure will send her into the suicide abyss.

Rajamma shows little interest in the now stunted orange trees.

In her, they evoke only the worst of memories.
Their farm headed for its third straight year of failure. 

“I don't care about it,” she says, “if the trees die.”
What she did care about, already did.

Her son Shekar took his life less than a week ago, making her life more stunted than the trees.


Someone Is Special said...

Yes another crop failure may lead to suicide.. Well written 77..

--Someone Is Special--

dialoguewithyou said...

You brought out the hurt and pain wonderfully in so few words.
Very well written Mahesh :)

Shilpa Garg said...

Very well written.

aativas said...

Everything is connected to human beings ..

Nethra said...

I know all about the crop failure. Poor families do all the hard work for nothing.

Dil se said...

Very sad but true reality !!
and brilliantly expressed!!

Roshmi Sinha said...

Poignant and heartbreaking. You have once again highlighted an issue that requires urgent attention and rectification... through your own inimitable style.

P.S. Given the way agricultural lands are fast converting into commercial plots and MNCs... the agriculturists/farmers will become an extinct species... soon. They are already an endangered species... so to speak.

sm said...

but our leaders are becoming dumb and blind.
nice post full of reality.

Madhu said...

well written.I never knew about 77 fiction..

u from hyd! Am from there too..:P

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evanescentthoughts said...

very touching post Mahesh.