One small red ant

A small red ant was wandering on Shiva's busy hand...
It was either a worker or a soldier ant...
He sensed it, but was busy in browsing Facebook...
Suddenly and unexpectedly, the ant bit him with it's strong and sharp jaws...
He got extremely irritated and bitterly annoyed by the brutal painful string of the small predator....
He kept everything aside and caught hold of the bloody culprit ant...
He placed it on a sheet of white paper to implement his plan of  strategic action.
With the help of both of his thumbnails, and focus, he pierced into the ant's slender waist and separated it's body into two equal pieces ...
His anger came down to normal levels.
He updated about the ant's murder in Facebook with a sense of achievement. Few likes and responses followed too.
After his revenge, he sighed victoriously and relaxed with a wicked smile,  only to see one more red ant on his leg...
He was yet to face the ants battalion...

He was yet to realize the fact that  it had been more than an hour since he had not washed his hands after eating a honey cake.

Strive - 77 Fiction

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Strive

14 August 1947...

They took all the pains to hide the tricolour  from the police.

Tomorrow was the day of their dream.

Every village was eager to hold and wave the flag, but brutality and punishment hold them back....

.....

.....

Early hours of 15 August 1947...

........

Those who were ready for the inevitable sacrifices, tried hoisting the tricolour at many public places...

The police caught them and hung them...

Women were stripped...

It was not India...

It was the then Telangana, Hyderabad.

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PS: For Telangana, it took one more year and hundreds of lives, to finally join India. On September 17 1948, the state of Hyderabad got freedom from brutal Nizam's rule.

We are not separatists, we stood for Indian Integrity.

I wish this Dasara brings victory to the struggle of Telangana.

Free-55 Fiction

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 23; the twenty-third edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for this month is FREE.

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We got freedom.

We have freedom....

.......

Freedom to express and choose .

                 to exploit and suppress.

                 to adapt and evolve.

                 to dilute and corrupt.

                 to have Religion

                 to be slaves of Globalization ...

Freedom for Farmers to drink pesticides

                 for Tribes to convert

                 for Corporates to suck

But we forgot that our freedom was not for Free

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Revenge-55 Fiction

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 22; the twenty-second edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton.

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Revenge

She left him, ruthlessly, forever, for better prospects.


He is no more in "He is..."


The only thing he is left with is "He was..."


He wont be in " He will..."


He wont be 'Him' again..... the 'Him' made by 'Her'...


... but the only avenge he knows is to be in love with 'Her'. 

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Exclusive-77 Fiction

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Exclusive 

Having a passion for nature, he was happy to have his visit to Srisailam which is abode to famous Shiva temple as well as lush green beautiful tiger reserved forests.


It was his first visit and, as it was a festive time, he couldn't find any lodging.


He enquired with the concerned officials.


They told him there were many caste based community guest houses and asked him, "What is your caste?"

He said, "I am a Muslim".