Independence - 77 Fiction

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

Independence

Like all children in the primary school,  Karthik has got affinity for flag hoisting celebrations.

It is obvious that what matters for him more is the sweets distribution .

The day has come.

After the completion of all flag rituals and national formalities, the sweets distribution has started and so is Karthik's enthusiasm .

The distribution has ended but still his hands are empty .

He is not sure whether the reason is the school wall or his balloon business.

PS : Am elated to be back from my sabbatical   :)

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Celebrations - 77 Fiction

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

Celebrations

The blood on the stone is still fresh, wet and shining...

There are some flowers with kumkum and haldi on their petals...

The holy sacred chants are about to end while the head priest is offering the prasad along with the axe...

The blood drops are falling down slowly from the axe ...

The festival has started ...

but few minutes ago, the same blood drops have sprung out from the neck of a three months old girl child ...

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PPS : Happy Dasara

Reap - 77 Fiction

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

Reap

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.

Insult - Drabble

 Note:-A Drabble is an extremely short work of fiction exactly one hundred words in length.

Insult

               

One day a small pig was sitting alone in a pensive mood.

His mother came and said, "chalo, get ready beta, you have to go to mudschool"

He said in a low and sad voice, "Mom, I wont go to mud"

She asked him pleasingly "Why beta?"

With tears rolling in his eyes, he murmured "All the pigs in mudschool make fun of me all the time"

She hugged him and asked "What did they say?"

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She had exploded with anger and fiercely shook her body when she heard those words from his son.

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They teased him, "Human, human ........... human!!! "

PS : Nothing offensive towards pigs and humans , but am not sure about the humans  :) :) :)

How many ?

Since ages,

from the valley of Anonymity

The wise wind has been telling 

the secret of birth and death

Except a Tree

None is opening up their ears

The Divine music

sung by the tree

being obstructed from reaching the far deserts

by a man standing in between

I request you

please tell him to move aside

Else,

Ask him to confine himself

into a five year old child

The corporate society

which has not learnt

From the wonderful acts

of children innocence

From women reasonless smile,

The brightness in the light of

society 's natural celebrations

gradually,

is diminishing

Except the journey of

mixing up with soil after leaving this body

You have never tried

to move near to nature

Today's merciless humans

making tomorrow's boiling noons,

even for them,

somewhere, an early morning

from a river bank

cool breeze is blowing

to start the journey

behind

those last group birds

which are flying in an evening

without any desires,

behind the full moon

which has embedded with rise

like Buddha's most last word

Tell me,

How many mothers are ready to give birth

to the children ,

who can blossom flowers

from the ends of their fingers ,

Mothers! Raise your hands, how many of you are ready?

the moonlight and moonshine from the full moon

asking those few women on earth

who are as strong as banyan tress

Tell me, how many of you, mothers ?