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Five Sentence Fiction – Her Whimsical Life

by Tina Basu
written by Tina Basu

Its becoming quite a month tell you. Posting fiction a day, I had planned to write and save things in draft ahead in time but did it only for the first three of them in the a to z challenge, so now it’s like thinking writing and posting a day. And then there are the regular features in the blog which I don’t want to miss. So I am at the wee end of the time for this FSF but still as they better late than never.


And here it goes.


Her Whimsical Life

Nadine led her life her way as she always wanted to.

She was a dancer at par from a very young age and the world of glamour, lights and music intrigued her, always.

She stayed away from family and seldom spoke to them and the relatives who lived in the country.

They gave her names and called her crazy, mad, demented and always had a nasty comment about her whimsicallife.

But she didn’t want too much from her life, she was just happy being a show girl at Vegas, she did what she liked and very unabashedly she loved her life. 

Image Source: http://www.scenicreflections.com/
OKAY NOW DON’T DROOL OVER HER.



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Word theme for the current week is WHIMSICAL.
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A to Z Challenge Day #8 – Word theme Hate

by Tina Basu
written by Tina Basu

God, I have been miserable with the word count in almost all my posts. But I have decided I will write only and only short posts from now on for the challenge. I don’t want to tire you guys and want more of you all to read the flash fictions.

So today is H and I have Hate for the emotion. I’m keeping it tiny at 150 words!!!

So go ahead and read it guys and leave a comment if you liked it.

When the Time Stopped

The gush of wind caressed her tresses and the wide space ahead was calm.

Honking cars passed by behind her, the city traffic was at the peak hour.

People returning home after their long day at work, some had smiles on their faces and some looked tired.

For her, it was different. She felt time had stopped and the people stood as statues.

She looked down at the space awaiting her.

She hesitated for a moment, but those memories played in front of her eyes.


Closing her eyes she took the plunge… the plunge into the river from the bridge, for she hatedher life and she couldn’t deal with it anymore. Not only with the brutality that those men did to her repeatedly, but how her family shunned her, how her partner threw her away. 

She hated the fact, she was born a girl in this sick society full of sick men. 



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A to Z Challenge Day #7 – Word theme – Grief

by Tina Basu
written by Tina Basu
OMG it’s 430 in the evening and I have still not posted my fictions. Blame it on all the work and Candy Crush in between!!! I started writing this post in the morning and finished it now… didn’t get time only. 

Okay today its Grief for G. The post is still longish. [I am trying to keep things short but always write more then don’t want to edit.] May be I need to keep a five sentence fiction in mind from now on. Okay now read.



The Busy Local Train

Rubina thought of visiting her mother in the afternoon, but first she had to finish her household chores. She thought of taking her kids along, it was long time since Afzal, Abdul and Razzak had met their maternal grandparents. Her parents doted over their grandsons.

The Mumbai Local would take them to Mira Road faster than anything else, and Rubina thought of taking the train instead of bus.

They had a wonderful day at their nani’s place. The kids loved the food and specially the phirni that nani had made for them.

“Ammi, can’t we stay back here tonight” asked Razzak, he didn’t want to go back.

“No beta, we’ll have to go back”

“Let us go now before it’s too late”, she said while gently rubbing her hand on his hair.

The evening train was crowded. Rubina thought she should have left earlier, this was the peak office hours and hardly any space to stand in the ladies compartment. She stood near the gate while the kids stood inside holding the long pole.

Rubina was thinking what she will cook for dinner, when she heard a deafening noise from the side, and before she could realize a sudden pressure threw her out of the compartment.

Rubina opened her eyes and felt a shooting pain in her head, she sat up on the ground and found her hands and head bleeding. She tried to remember what had happened and why she was on the ground. Looking around her she saw rubbles and a lot of people running helter skelter. She looked ahead and saw the fire workers trying to put out the fire in a burning train. Rubina remembered she was travelling with her kids back home… kids… where did the kids go??

She ran towards the train but it was barricaded by the police, she couldn’t get through them.

“Where are my sons? I was travelling with my sons when the train caught on fire?”

“Mam we have taken the victims to these hospitals”, a police constable handed out a list of hospitals.

Tears rolling down her cheeks, she had lost senses in her feet… hospital… God please keep my children safe.  She had already lost her purse and phone… how would she contact her husband now?

She took an auto to the nearest hospital to check for her kids first. She kept praying for her kids throughout the traffic. The first few hospitals didn’t give her any lead towards her sons. She was at the sixth and final hospital on the list. She was determined if she didn’t get her sons here, she will go to the police station first to lodge a missing complaint and then call every one for help.

‘Where did they take my sons?’

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The government hospital was crowded and people ran around frantically. A woman screamed for help for her son who had a broken hand.

“You are not understanding, my son is hurt, his hand is broken… he is pain.. I am the mother… you are not realizing a mothers pain… how she feels when her child is hurt!” she yelled at the young doctor.

“mam.. please calm down, we are doing whatever we can, please sit down here, we are taking care” said the intern in the white scrub.

“how can I sit here when my child is in pain, you don’t understand my angst”, said the woman.

“Mam look at that woman sitting there, she lost her 3 young sons in today’s train blast, can you imagine her grief.” said the young man pointing towards 
Rubina who sat on a chair at the corner beside the bed… she had turned to stone…without a single expression on her face. In front of her lay the mortal remains of her three sons… the souls which were snatched away by these cruel terrorists who planted the killer bomb in the busy local train.  

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A to Z Challenge Day #6 – Word theme – Fear

by Tina Basu
written by Tina Basu
Today’s emotion is Fear. I thought a lot on what sort of fear to write on, fear of height, fear of life, fear of boss (!!) but then thought all of that was mundane. Till afternoon I had written about 2 -3 plots but wasn’t happy with anyone of them!!! Then I thought of writing this one and it built into a good one. So posting it a lil late than usual. 

Go ahead and enjoy it. You can read the rest of my short fictions here.


Her Little Princess

Maureen picked up her daughter from the play school on her way back from work like all other days. She was nearing the mall when she thought she should drop by and do some shopping. She thought sometimes she should indulge. After all tomorrow was not just another day, her little Myrah was turning four. She thought of buying some presents and new clothes for Myrah.

Myrah was an energetic little bundle of joy, she was hardly tired or bored… ever. She was all that Maureen had, and she loved to see that twinkle in her little eyes and her lovely smile which could take away all of Maureen’s pain in an instant.

While they were passing by the kid’s joint a little carousel caught Myrah’s  attention.

“Mamma, can I please play there?”

“No Baby… we will come here some other day to play, now Mamma will get some dress for you… okay?”

“okay” said little Myrah but she kept turning back towards the play area while they climbed up the escalator.

Maureen was browsing through the kid’s clothes section searching for that perfect birthday dress for her baby princess.

“Myrah, baby be here only, don’t go anywhere,”

“okay ma”

Maureen couldn’t decide which dress she would take, nothing seemed to be pretty for her little princess. She thought she will get the best one for her baby. She seldom indulged in shopping sprees, but today she thought she will not bother about the price tag but will buy the best one for her darling.

After a long search a bright yellow dress caught Maureen’s attention at the corner. She went towards the baby mannequin which had that little dress on. Maureen knew this was the one… yellow was Myrah’s favourite color and she will love it. She took out one dress from the nearby rack and turned around to try it on Myah.

“Myrah…”, she couldn’t see her around

“Myrah… Myrah… where are you?” she called out.

She walked back in the aisle through the countless numbers of dresses and clothing but couldn’t see her girl. She ran through the changing rooms, through the clothes aisles.. but she was not there. She could feel her ears turning warm, the sudden fright was taking her in the panic mode. Hell, where did she go?

She was an obedient child and will not go anywhere without telling her, Maureen told herself. But what if she went somewhere? To the carousel?? May be…

She flung the yellow dress on a stand and ran towards the play area downstairs.

She climbed down few flights in the moving escalator…
’what if someone kidnapped her…’ ‘no..no.. that can’t happen’ she kept thinking.

Maureen checked at the carousel, the slides, the video game bikes but Myrah was not there. She panicked and was in tears. The fear of the mother losing her child her life was overpowering any logical thinking. She was finding it too hard to keep any sort of calm. She ran towards the manager and asked her about Myrah.

“Have you seen my daughter Myrah? She is four years old, she is wearing a pink frock?”

“Madam there are many kids here, I don’t know about your daughter”

She quickly pulled out her phone from her purse and showed him Myrah’s photo, but he couldn’t remember seeing her here.

Tears rolling down her cheeks Maureen didn’t know what to do. She knew she had to get back to her little kid, Myrah also must be scared. That thought made her feel miserable.

She ran to the enquiry desk of the mall and made an announcement giving Myrah’s description. Time was passing by but no one could give her any information about her little baby.

Myrah was all that Maureen had, she built her life around her, she was the reason for her existence ever since her husband left them for the other woman. She worked day in and out to give Myrah the best life in whatever she could give and now the fear of losing her was making Maureen mad.

She sprinted up to check at the clothing store again. She showed Myrah’s picture to several people and the sales girls. No one seemed to have noticed her. How could they not notice a little girl all by herself, she thought.

She was crossing the toys section when something caught her eyes. She ran towards the huge stuffed toys that lay on the ground… The sight of these toys gave her a bright smile. 

She found her little bundle of joy asleep within the bundle of soft toys. Maureen picked up her sleeping little doll carefully and kissed her on the forehead. She was relieved her darling was safe. She felt she should have looked in the toys section here before panicking… her little Myrah never left her without telling her… she should have believed in her.

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A to Z Challenge Day #5 – Word theme EGO

by Tina Basu
written by Tina Basu
Hello people so we are on our 5th Day on the Challenge. I had thought posting on Saturdays would be easy but then I realised I had to go grocery shopping, cook lunch, ask the house help to clean balcony (and oversee if it’s done properly) and it’s already 3 in the afternoon!! So posting it little late than usual. 

So today’s emotion is Ego. I was thinking what sort of ego should i write upon, ego between friends, at workplace, or what, then I thought what i thought and you will get to read that soon. So let’s hop on to it.




On a Quiet Sunday

Rajat looked out in the balcony from his couch. Sundays were the days when he could sit down and enjoy the morning tea and go through the news paper.
Sanju, his two year old son, always woke up early on Sundays to play with dad and Rajat really liked his antics. He liked the way Sanju called him ‘papa’ in his sweet little voice.

Rajat was doing well in his life, he had a good job, had a beautiful wife, whom he has been in love with ever since they met in college, years back and he had Sanju. But today, life looked different. This Sunday was a quiet Sunday.

This Sunday Ragini didn’t bring his morning cup of tea, it was the house help who got it for him. The tea tasted different, Ragini had her special touch in cooking which made everything lovely.

‘What am I left with? This house? The car? The job? What’s the use of having all this if I can’t enjoy them?’ he asked himself. He was feeling miserable inside… miserable from the day they had the big fight and Ragini left the house with little Sanju.

He knew he shouldn’t have treated her badly, she only wanted him to spend time with her and Sanju, she wasn’t asking too much. He had started to take his wife for granted, she had left her lucrative job to look after Sanju and if she was not earning anymore that didn’t mean she was any less important. But Rajat failed to realize that.

It has been two months that his wife and son were living separately but Rajat had not called her up once. His ego had come in between every time he picked up his phone. But he realized it’s time to move aside his ego because the fault was his.

He left the newspaper on the couch and sprinted towards his room. This Sunday will not be a quiet Sunday, he decided he will go to Ragini’s place, talk to her and bring back his family home. He decided to go past his ego and bring his love back home. 


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A to Z Challenge Day #4 – Word theme Depression

by Tina Basu
written by Tina Basu
Before you could know we are already on the fourth day of the A to Z. For D my emotion is Depression. And my fiction lies below. Guy’s let me know if you are liking these sets of short fictions. It will keep me motivated through out the month. 

Now last few posts were longish so keeping in that mind I kept this post short … quite short about 200 words. So don’t wait, hop in the fiction world. Ohh.. you can read the rest of my posts for the A to Z Challenge here.

He wanted to Fly

Clint loved watching these birds from his window, how carelessly free they were… how happy they looked with their wings spread far, he knew they were flying away in joy.

Clint wanted to be a bird in his next life… a free bird, which can fly anywhere it wanted, however it wanted… there will be no restrictions, there will be no rule, no law, just fly away as far as you want.

He turned back from his window and looked at himself.

The sight brought him back to his reality… a reality that was tough to digest.

The all of 21 young Clint Bridgeman now lay in his bed… he was confined to his bed for ever… ever since he met with the terrible bike accident and lost senses in his spine and lower body.

He lay all day with his paralyzed body and thought why he had over sped that day. The doctors had given up, and he knew he had to be in this state for the rest of his life. This Depression was eating into him but he kept himself motivated with his books. And these birds gave him some solace… He wanted to fly away leaving the depression behind, just like these birds.

Photo Courtesy : Dreamstime.com (which is quite evident from the watermarks!)
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