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A girl in the neighborhood

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"Shall we not visit the classroom?" Shruthi asked Maria, the school counsellor. 
Commerce 3.  Out of the three girls missing from the school, two --Gauthami and Clara --came from that class.  
"Of course, that's a priority of the hour," Sara didn't have to think twice. 
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Her Teary Eyes

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She slipped into a sandalwood shade pyjama, pulled over her head a jacquard cotton salwar top and pinned the pleated maroon shawl on the shoulder.  Na, she wasn't going to wrap the dupatta around the neck. In the years, she had grown a little fat, the shawl flowing down straight would make her look a head taller than she was to compensate for that. She stood in front of the mirror on the dressing table, it not being a full length one, she couldn't figure out how the designer maroon sandal matched with the rest of the attire.  But she confidently presumed it would provide an elegant matching. With a self-pride oozing from her into the surroundings and a bright smile on lips, she took her purse, locked the room and stepped into the hotel foyer.  From there into the doorway and to the walkway outside. 

A New Light on the Horizon

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I am taking part in The Write Tribe Problogger October 2017 Blogging challenge.  
This is my 2nd post in the series. #writetribeproblogger

Friday, October 6 # prompt- Short Story-A New Light on the Horizon
Today he slapped Yamini, his daughter.  She was arguing with her mother, at the dining table, then suddenly stood up from her chair, raised the plate in which she was eating with half-eaten food into the air and dropped it onto the floor. The fork and the spoon slipped out of the plate, hit on the tiled floor making a shrill sound and shards of plate flew in all directions together with the food.  And she stood there, without having any shame staring at her mother. He was coming to the dining room; he stretched his arm with a force he could muster and slapped her across her face.  She turned to face him with a hostile look and ran into the kitchen howling.  Shalini, his wife, sat stunned on her chair for a second, then shouted at him: “have you gone mad.”  Shone his son, yelled: “you’r…

The Third Woman

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The Third Woman


On the right-hand side of her Facebook timeline, the notification tab beckoned Malu.  She dragged the cursor and clicked. An extensive list of birthday friends unfurled before her.  She found them boring and scrolled down. She noticed, someone had tagged her onto a post. The scene of a gruesome road accident, with a telling caption: “somebody’s morning trip turned fatal.” She never found accidents eye-catching, but something made her stick at it.  A white Maruthi, and what remained of it after being devoured by a construction truck. The driver’s side sat huddled inside the front grill of the giant truck. One end of the mudguard detached from the body stood in the air waving at the world. Two dark holes held where the lights were. Their splintered glasses crystallised in the crimson pool on the ground. The inward bent number plate rendered its figures unreadable.  Malu’s wondered, who could be that unlucky driver whose morning trip turned fatal?  She added a sad emoticon…

My Uncle's Heirloom

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It was a mistake happened in a split second.  The lamp shade, I just removed of a table lamp slipped off my hand; fell onto the floor and crashed in a jingling. How I watched sadly, the shade was turning into a white net of shards. The dust that had gathered on its surface had rendered the lamp a dead, fearsome look.  So I was prompted to give it a facelift.
 I was also earnestly trying to help my aunt in secret.  But, if my aunt got a clue of what I was intending, I was sure, she wouldn't have allowed me. The lamp, my uncle told was his family heirloom, so had lots of sentimental values attached to it more than its material value.  His great uncle got it from Vas co Dagama's yacht; his story went like that. I never believed him. My point was, how could he discard a thing of much sentimental value in the corner of the passageway to gather dust? Only when visitors came, he got my aunt to dust it and display on his table.  The following week, some guests were coming, and my aun…

My Missing Child

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The car screeched into the parking lot at a high speed and stopped haphazardly. Not straightening its position for fellow drivers' convenience, she stepped out of it and walked in the direction of the building close by. The building wasn't causing any interest in her. Not because of its dull quaint appearance, but because it was a police station.