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Submitted to Contest #170
The Fool Circle βI've got a planβ, I coughed into my hand. The Elder Bishop-Dromo looked up and said, βEh?β All faces around the round table turned towards me. I froze, I was where I always hated to be: in the spotlight. My neighbor took my hand in his hand and that was enough; his clammy hands could even warm up the dead. I rearranged my facial features to portray an air of contemplation and plod on, βI have a plan to take care of our complaints.β This air of contemplation was crucial because I was the youngest in our team of Elders and th...
Drunk On Life 1 Beena Kumari tossed the newspaper aside. Her Personal Assistant (PA) Sharmila observed this and sighed, βI guess the rumors on that website were true after all, no National Award for you, this year as well.β Beena grunted in affirmation. Sharmila continued, βWhy are you so bothered about the National Awards? You have already won a couple of Fairfilm awards. Just put down your head and continue with your brilliant acting.β Beena uncoiled her long legs from below her β for she was sitting on them to keep them lean β and sto...
Submitted to Contest #165
Death by Misadventure 1 The last thing that I remember β and I do not use this metaphorically β is struggling for breath under a pillow. There was far too much whisky in my system for my resistance to have any effect but alcohol or not, the memory of my struggle is real and not imagined as some of the detective theorists may have thought. Ah, hell, I am jumping the gun. Wait, let me rewind a little to the night of my murder. Hi, I am Ria Chattopadhyay or Chats as my friends call me. As of right now, I am ephemeral β in a decidedly un-yash-ch...
Common Names - Uncommon Deeds βCould you pass me the pickle?β, asked the lady to my left. My mother-in-law had introduced us when they came in for our homecoming dinner but you know how it is: too many new names, too little RAM. These hometown trips are a ritual that Varun insists that we follow at least once in two years. In Indian culture, a married couple or for that matter, a family can only have one hometown: the town where the patriarch was born. As soon as a woman is married, her hometown variable is reset to that of her husband. So...
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