Anger. Sin. Kill.

Anger (July 26)

He pressed his pencil as hard as he could into the page and continued writing. The lines were strong enough to cause depressions across the next few pages. 

With his lower lip engaged in a muscle-numbing pout, his eyes darted from his friends outside to his mother who was vacuuming in the kitchen. "Homework first."

Sin (July 27)

He inhaled a remorseful breath. Staring at the marble floor, he caught his own reflection.

He felt a tremor through his body and felt his throat tightening. He looked back at his reflection and whined. His tail curled between his legs, he laid his wet nose against the floor.

Breaking a vase was considered unforgivable.

Kill (July 28)

The rubber felt smooth and satisfying as he tested its elasticity. He stooped to pick up a pebble and blew away the superficial dust.

Nestling the pebble dead centre in the slingshot, he pulled it back and squinted at a sparrow nipping away at its wings.

The pebble slayed both the sparrow and his innocence.

Supernatural. Blue. Stories.

Supernatural (July 22)

Anuja delicately adjusted her infant’s head, as she held him close. She liked feeding him; she liked the control.

Eyes closed, she hummed her favourite tune and gently ran her palm against his head. His body’s warmth matched hers.

His tiny fingers then traced out the letters M, O, R and E on her tummy.

Take 2

The clouds were as much as obstacles as flies against a windscreen. Extending both hands forward, he hurtled ahead – chasing the falling meteor. Just then, he felt his feet being pulled.

His pillow vibrated and he woke up with a start. Probably a message. Squinting his eyes, he saw his inactive phone on his desk.


Blue (July 23)

The magnificent seven are nature’s pride. Always radiant when found, spreading joy is their calling. They spontaneously generate wealth too. Even if only in a manner of speaking.

A picture of contentment, they are. Well, almost.
The unwavering path 6 of them want will never be followed. The third brother will always have other plans.


Stories (July 25)

"There was once a big bad wolf who…"
"No! Not that one. Tell me another one."
"Okay. Once upon a time, there was a frog who lived in…"
"Nooo. That one’s boring!"
"Fine. In your closet right now, Pete – a one-eyed monster with a grumbling tummy – is waiting for me to leave. Good night!"

*Slam!*


Take 2

He ran his fingers delicately on the paper. "55 killed in landslide"
His thumb jerked as he clutched the sheet tightly. "Fuel rates hiked again"
"Freak manhole accident kills mother and her child." He cringed.

As the little bumps fed him the news, he felt glad that he couldn’t see the world around him.

Watch. Charm. Death.

Watch (July 19)

The toddler clutched her heels and giggled uncontrollably. The baby sitter pressed the toy and the oinks evoked peals of laughter, again.

A tasty aroma wafted into the room. She checked her wrist; it'd been 2 minutes since she’d added the masala to the noodles.

When she returned, the toy was missing; the pulse, gone.

Charm (July 20)

Tightly clasping the oval pendant with her left hand, she began writing.

Siddharth had taken his first steps yesterday. Her paycheck was due tomorrow. Vaibhav was opening up about his past flings finally. Her sprained ankle was healing nicely.

"Alright, pens down every one."

She gripped it harder. Maybe she'll graduate on her third attempt.

Death (July 21) 

“Where’s your god now?” the soldier yelled; the shrapnel in his throat barely allowed a wheeze.

He rolled his wheelchair closer to the altar. “Tell me father...”

“Have faith, son.”

The soldier shed a solitary tear. His revolver had the word ‘faith’ inscribed on it. He offered the priest some before taking a healing dose.

Take 2

The veins in her temples throbbed purple. Her lips were at the risk of tearing the way she sustained her screams. She curled her toes and dug her nails into her several catheters.

He delved further between her legs. Within a moment, her scream transferred to the writhing foetus and then, they both went silent.

Take 3

"Beta... get 1 rasgulla for me." 

Rahim darted to the kitchen and obeyed his grandfather, covertly.

"See that pipe near my hips? I’ll give you a prize if you cut it." He smiled, savouring each bite.

As Abdul wheezed his last, the gathered realised they’d waited all this time for naught. The will was final.