Category: Flash Fiction

What follows is a piece of satire. Sensitive readers may be offended.

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‘Tell me why you feel this way.’ ‘I wish I could tell you. They are so caring. I have two sets of parents now.’ ‘So?’ ‘I’m in class V now. I am quite grown up. I need to understand the marriage of my parents has broken for good. I cannot expect them to be friends again.’ ‘But they are friends

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“What? Are you crazy? I will never allow my wife to work. Women should be best kept at home.” Everybody was nodding their heads in approval. Except Kalyan. “You must be out of your mind Rajesh. Do you know the organization you are working in has more of women workforce than men?” “Ah Kalyan… all these things I know, but

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On school counselor’s advice, Priya was expelled. She was 14 and had a physical relationship with her neighbor-uncle, a 50 year old bachelor. On the fateful night, when she returned home late, bruises all over her body, she found her parents fighting; that low-voice fighting behind closed doors pierced through the walls; how she hated it. Top notch managers of

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Sailors… you canˋt beat them…

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‘Summing up all what I had been trying to establish for the past ninety minutes is this. That it is a vice. We do many things that we wouldn’t approve of, for appreciation and recognition. We lie, cheat, back-stab our friends, colleagues in our attempt to becoming the ‘best’ in the industry. Everything seems to be justified in the name

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As usual, Palash occupied the same table of the restaurant he would frequent with friends many years ago. Today, by accident, he ran into this eatery that’s on the street where he spent his college days and a chunk of his professional days, for years. Oxford book store on the Park Street, Alliance française, Waldorf, Moulin Rouge, Giggles and St.Xavier’s

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‘I have constipation. Bowels come in bits and pieces you know. Shapes are like nuts, sometimes like sausages. Even after being in the bathroom for hours I feel I have not fully cleared; even if I go now, something will come out. Weird sounds (puckered face). Bad smell! What about you?’ ‘Oh I have loose motion you know. All the

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