A Game of Poker – 365 Flash Fiction #51
“Where am I?” He looked around trying to see something. It was pitch black. He could hear some groans and creaks near him. He realized he was sitting in a chair. “Who are you?” Came a female voice from the front and before he could speak there was a loud cry followed by sobs that felt like they would go on for eternity. “Stop it; we … Continue reading A Game of Poker – 365 Flash Fiction #51
How should we look at the Violence happening around us?
Violence is bad whether it is happens to a Muslim, Christian, Jew, Hindu, Sikh, Buddhist, Atheist or any sect for that matter. Every human life is equally precious. We have seen atrocities on all the sections of the population over years…. The problem is there are still people who are biased when it comes to their approach to Violence. There are many who oppose violence against … Continue reading How should we look at the Violence happening around us?
Non Violence is the need of the Hour
Today I visited the Martin Luther King National Historic Site in Georgia. At the entrance stands a statue of Mahatma Gandhi welcoming you with a message which is even more relevant today, Non Violence. I could see a father and daughter there and the father explaining the daughter about Gandhi “Gandhi is the inspiration for Mr. King” He said… Kids needs to learn about Gandhi … Continue reading Non Violence is the need of the Hour
A Tiny Tale of Long Lasting Love – 365 Flash Fiction #50
He always walked past her house with the letter in his pocket…. He knew one day he would be able to give it to her…. one day she even saw him and came to the gate… he smiled at her and said he was just passing by…. he put his hand in his pocket and felt the letter but could not manage to take it … Continue reading A Tiny Tale of Long Lasting Love – 365 Flash Fiction #50
The Nuyorican Poets Café
Since I was introduced to Miguel Pinero’s work especially his “Lower East side poem” I have wanted to visit the Nuyorican Café, be in the place where the Nuyorican Art movement took shape…. My best treat during the NY visit…. Walking through the Albhabet city of Manhattan, the Lower East Side of Manhattan where Piñero’s ashes were scattered across, as he asked in his 1985 “Lower East … Continue reading The Nuyorican Poets Café
The greatest story never told – 365 Flash Fiction #49
First there was nothing; then there was a man…. he met with a big accident and broke his ribs… science was amazing those days…. they took his broken ribs and created a woman… and man lost his beauty…. he lost it to the woman Then there was a tree and on the tree was a fruit… and then came a serpent… the serpent said “eat … Continue reading The greatest story never told – 365 Flash Fiction #49
Fortune Cookie – 365 Flash Fiction #48
It all started with the fortune cookies…. well that is not really true…. because before we read what was in it, before we got those fortunes out of the cookies, even before the waiter put them on our table… we had been in disagreement… so you cannot blame it completely on the cookies…. but then if the fortune cookies were not served we might have … Continue reading Fortune Cookie – 365 Flash Fiction #48
Her life – 365 Flash Fiction #47
In a page was written her life… in very small tiny letters…. as time went by someone tore it off from the book and made a paper airplane.. they flew it in air and abandoned it… Some others picked it up… they did not like airplanes, so they made a paper boat with it and sailed it in a puddle… it rained and they left it … Continue reading Her life – 365 Flash Fiction #47
A Hotel Without a Holy Book
Yesterday I checked into a hotel room in New York as part of my journey and could not find a bible in the drawer; There was a bible in all rooms I checked in till now, so I took this picture and posted on Facebook. Many friends replied Some said there is a hidden Drawer, some one said I don’t have the eyes to see … Continue reading A Hotel Without a Holy Book
The Common Man – 365 Flash Fiction #46
“Are you one…?” The question was to him… he looked around but could not see anyone…. he continued to walk… “Are you a common man..?” The question was more clear this time… but still no sight of who has been asking it…. He turned around… the few people he saw near by did not even notice him and obviously were not owners of the question.. … Continue reading The Common Man – 365 Flash Fiction #46
Vinod Narayan 