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The Leader (Sunday Photo fiction)

Advaith and his grandfather gazed at the birds that had come to eat the chapati pieces they had put out for them. Bulbuls came swooping down. Babblers came hopping along. The tree pies came chattering loudly. Then came the crows.

The leader came first and sat on the roof of the car-shed. He saw the little birds eating and came down and stood close to the pieces of chapati. The little birds withdrew. But the bulbuls tried to steal a piece from under the nose of the leader.

He kept guard over the remaining pieces and called out to his companions. They came sweeping down from the nearby trees. Advaith watched with fascination and saw that one of the crows had only one leg. That crow was the leader’s friend. The leader glared at the other crows and they did not dare trouble the one legged crow. He got his share of food.
All the crows took the chapati pieces and flew away.  Only then did the leader turn his attention to his share. He and his friend  flew to the top of the coconut tree. Advaith loved  these moments .  He remembered the leader whenever he ate chapati.

(199 words)

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The Man (Sunday Photo fiction)

Nisha looked at the prisoner in the dock with a puzzled expression. She was sure she had seen him somewhere. She just could not recollect where she had done so. She was a law student. She and her classmates were in the court observing the proceedings of the case. They had been told to report their observations and how the lawyers had argued for and against the convict.

They knew that he was a serial killer who had killed many women in different parts of the state. This had gone on for more than a year. The police department had followed many leads but had been unsuccessful for months. The man had become more and more confident. He thought the police were fools and that led him to make a very serious mistake. Fortunately, the police noticed it and caught him before he could kill his next victim.

Nisha saw the convict looking at her and realization came with a flash. Last week she had been drinking coffee in small roadside stall and a man sitting nearby had been sketching in his notebook. She now knew that he had intended her to be  his next victim.

(196 words)

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The Dancer (Sunday Photo Fiction)

Akash came to the stage with a feeling of apprehension, excitement and sadness. He wanted his grandmother to see him dance but his wish was not to be. A few weeks earlier she had collapsed while dancing.

He had always loved to dance. He remembered those days when he used to sit and watch his grandmother practice every day. As a child he had thought of her as a goddess. She was a famous Bharatnatyam danseuse. His father had not been very happy about his interest in dance and done his best to discourage him. His mother had quietly supported him. His grandmother had been his teacher, his strength. Years passed. She taught him all that she knew and encouraged him to learn different dance forms. His art had taken him to different worlds.
He remembered with a smile the days when he and his classmates danced impromptu in the town square. Many had joined them to dance with abandon.

Today was his great day. He was giving his first solo performance. But his grandmother was not there to see him perform. He was sure that she was watching him and that gave him confidence.
His performance was appreciated.
(199 words)

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The Waiting Room (Sunday Photo Fiction)

Nisha stood near the door and gazed at the waiting room. Its clinical appearance fascinated and repelled her. It looked as bleak as she felt. She was angry and frustrated at her helplessness. One mistake, and it had changed her whole world. But, that night she had not thought of it as a mistake. She had known that she was taking a risk but had enjoyed the experience. When she learnt that she was pregnant she did not know whom to turn to. Her partner had moved on. He had never really been a part of her life. She was responsible for her decision and did not want a scapegoat.

Her friend told her about this clinic. She took a decision. She was very sure that she did not want this responsibility which would just be a burden. Still looking at the waiting room she wondered why it was not a more friendly place. There was no warmth there. Maybe people who came there did not want warmth. The clinical look seemed to say what they were doing was just a clinical procedure and nothing else. Yes, it was only that, no emotions attached.

(194 words)

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The Chair ( Sunday Photo Fiction)

Tara lived in a big city with her parents. She and her best friend Lata loved to read books. They were neighbours. At the moment fairy tales were taking them to strange and beautiful lands where anything was possible.

In fact, their dearest dream had come true. They did not know how. One evening they had been reading about the magic carpet and the children who had wonderful adventures. The two girls wished fervently that it would come into their world. Instead of a carpet a wondrous red chair appeared in their room. They looked at it with apprehension. How had it appeared?

They walked towards it and touched it hesitantly. It was soft and firm. They sat in it. They felt instinctively that it did not belong to their world. Without realising what they were doing both wished that they could see their favourite place in the story they loved. The next moment they were in the middle of a beautiful, old path. They got down slowly and walked away from the chair. When they looked back, it was still there. They ran back to it because they did not want to remain in that world.
(197 words)

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The School ( Sunday Photo Fiction )

Asha looked at the school building with a feeling of satisfaction. It had been their home for more than twenty years. Her husband, Ajith, had retired fifteen years earlier. Years before his retirement both had decided that they would teach children of immigrant labourers who lived not far from their home. Those children had to look after themselves when their parents were at work. The couple started with five children. Over the years the number had grown to more than two hundred. Volunteers and retired teachers joined them. The children were doing well. Many completed their studies and had good jobs. They returned often to express their love and gratitude to their teachers.

Ajith passed away a few months ago due to a heart attack. Some relatives had an eye on this building as it was in a prime locality. They wanted Asha to sell them the property but she resisted. They called her a thorn in their flesh and vowed to remove her forever. With the help of friends Asha turned their unofficial school into a legal institution of learning. The school and the building were safe from greedy hands. The thorn would never be removed.
(197 words)

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To build a Pyramid (Sunday Photo Fiction)

Sunday Photo fiction

Advaith was almost six. He loved to ask questions. And he wanted his parents to answer them. He was fascinated with space, galaxies and black holes. At the same time something earthly interested him. He loved to collect stones. His collection was quite big.

One day he saw a picture of a pyramid. His mother told him such structures were called pyramids. They were made thousands of years ago. All sorts of questions came to his mind. How were those huge stones shaped? How were they placed on top of one another when there were no machines back then? It looked as if there was nothing to hold them together. Why did they not fall down? He wanted the answers immediately.

He and his father went to the local library and borrowed a book about pyramids. Every evening his father read out to him. Advaith was excited and decided to build a small pyramid. He did not know from where he would get the stones or how he would give them the rectangular shape. It was his dream.
(178 words)

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A New Life (Sunday Photo Fiction)

Sunday Photo fiction

Ramesh looked at the dark clouds. Once there had been hope but now he was afraid to hope. For two years there had been only dark clouds but no rain. The ground looked parched and the water sources had dried up. Life had become miserable and a bitter struggle for survival. One by one people in that area started migrating to the towns hoping for a better life. The very thought of leaving the open spaces of his village and living in slums in the towns filled Ramesh with great despair. Here they had land. There they would be treated as beggars. Everyday would be a struggle of a different kind.

He and his friends did not want to leave. They decided to do something about the water resources, they had nothing to lose. They got together and started desilting the small lakes. They got help from like minded people in the capital of their state who were clearing the lakes there. They had worked hard for a year and now it seemed as if the Gods were answering their prayers and selfless work. By then most of the villagers gathered near the dry lakes to welcome the rains.

(199 words)

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A New Life (Sunday Photo Fiction)

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The Outside World

Sunday Photo fiction

Kavya was born when the days were short and cold. That did not make any difference to her. Her world was her home, safe and secure in her mother’s arms. Months passed. With the coming of spring the world become bright and colourful. The outside world was now becoming part of hers. It was an exciting world. The tree with fluttering leaves fascinated her. So did the grass under her feet. She wanted to touch everything. She and her brother loved to play in the park. The beautiful wild flowers were waiting to be plucked. She got angry when her brother stopped her from plucking tulips. Every small thing filled her with joy. She loved to run after butterflies. Once the family went to a farm near the hills for a vacation. Kavya and her brother loved to watch the animals, the rooster fascinated them. One day they were exploring and saw a beautiful red carpet under a cherry tree. They were delighted and ran forward to find that it was a carpet of petals. Surely there could be nothing more beautiful than it!

Childhood is filled with such simple joys. Children teach adults to appreciate them once more.

(199 words)

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The Toy makers

Sunday Photo fiction

Naveen was a toy maker. His town was famous all over the country for the distinct type of wooden toys they made. The world was changing with the internet taking over everyday life. Children were engrossed in video games. He and other toymakers were worried. Toymaking had been the main source of their income for generations. They were not qualified for any other occupation.

One day representatives of a large handicraft company came to talk with the toymakers. That company was known all over the world for its fine wood craft. They had manufacturing units in different part of the country. They asked the toymakers whether they would produce wood work of a different type for them. At first the townspeople were hesitant about making something other than traditional toys. But the youngsters knew that they had to change or their profession would die a slow death. They attended workshops organized by the company in their town and learnt to make wooden products of a different type. The company was happy with their work and promised to create a market for their toys. The toymakers had changed with the times and now they had the best of both worlds.

(199 words)

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The Toy makers