One Saturday

  Pearl D'Costa sit down at her table to count the cash. It's Saturday and she keeps her Diner open thirty minutes past the eleven o'clock--Pearl's Half Hour Saturday Special her beloved and regular customers named it. But, she cannot count the cash. Her mind is vagabond from the morning after she saw the morning paper. … Continue reading One Saturday


Camouflage (52-Word & 6-Sentence Science Fiction)

She wants to look around, but, she cannot. She is undercover. He had put on her a long coat and trousers with a backpack like human women carries. Everything brightened up round her. He took her up; thrust a wire through the loop of the needle in her hand. These photographers...she whine. Mindlovemisery's Menagerie Photo … Continue reading Camouflage (52-Word & 6-Sentence Science Fiction)

The Storm & the Queen (Micro/Flash Fiction)

  The rain is pouring cats and dogs. The roof shakes as the storm violently brushes over the thatched roof. He looks at the incomplete statue. He has left it in midway 'cause he was not satisfied all of sudden. This also not going anywhere near to his want or imagination. He wants to imagine … Continue reading The Storm & the Queen (Micro/Flash Fiction)

I See… (Micro/Flash Fiction)

  A warning board... Then... I see's near to noon... Then... ... Then...what, you see... I see...I see...revolver...with silencer...pointed at your crown...your blood...on...the...steel railing... This is insane...honey, let's'll be late-- To kill YOU... What're you saying...he's my husband...he loves me..., I see...the shadow...another...lady...pretty...young...look like, Dear, you... What she saying, Raj... Nothing...just some … Continue reading I See… (Micro/Flash Fiction)

Poor Old Joe (Micro/Flash Fiction)

  Joe look around. The smell is there but dull and weak; he curse his old age for this. He need to search it out to keep his job. He scratch the light graveled earth and after few moments, a clasp protrude out of the earth. He sit down, panting, and woof loudly. (52 words) Thursday … Continue reading Poor Old Joe (Micro/Flash Fiction)

Triptych (Haiku/Senryu): Haunted, Cursed & Blessed

  how can it be you are dead sixty days now it should be him with her Sunday Strange Microfiction (03/20/2017) morn few bits left all lice need to found or he will be she she will he Sunday Strange Microfiction (03/26/2017) six chosen savant bless the new prince the true blood collecting pebble for bread Sunday … Continue reading Triptych (Haiku/Senryu): Haunted, Cursed & Blessed

Mansur Miya & His Horse [Cascade Poem]

[An old horse was standing under the shade of a tree in Maidan, Kolkata. He was not tied. An old carriage was standing at a distance--dismantled it was. The noon was late and was of late February. This whole image inspired me to wrote down a poem in Bengali titled Mansur Miyar Ghora--after a name … Continue reading Mansur Miya & His Horse [Cascade Poem]