That creepy fellow…

it was a dull knock, or may be I was too much in sleep, to know of it,

but it awakened me, for its resonance pounded across the walls,

of the mind that seems to do, what it deems fit, always and anyways,


opening my eyes was though difficult, what with all the gooey stuff,

I rubbed them, and tried to look for the light switch,

but it was already so bright, so white… it was the clear night,


and there was a silhouette, at my window… I asked, “Who is it?”

“Let me in and I will tell you what I am” “Come in”

the glass was shattered, into small mirrors, which did not reflect


the dark personage of the man, who stealthily came in,

“Now tell me who are you?” I asked dubiously and

for an answer, what I got, was a slap on the head,


“You fool… I come at night, at the window, asking for

the permission, to enter your shelter, and you call me in,

who did you think I was… your mother?”


his face was mysterious, but for a white sheen, at his lips,

“Uhm… Mum, is that really you? But how did you come, to

have this manly voice, and why are you…”


but my lips were pinched shut, before I could complete,

“Grrr…. are you joking with me? Don’t you know who I am?”

“Uh… like some creepy fellow… uhm… I am not of age yet,”


that was all I managed to say, through my lips, fingered by him,

and then was when, he shrieked in agony, “Crap.. Shit…”

his hand was deflected back, to somewhere unknown,


as he kept on wailing and shaking, so badly,

“What happened… you alright… buddy?” I stood up to him,

“Don’t you dare, bring those lips near to me…,


What did ya have for dinner? A ton of raw garlic…”

his eyes were watery, and I wondered why he was crying,

“Uhm… I had some chutney- of course garlic and onion”


“Whoop! I will come see you, another day…. no, night”

“Okay… you leaving?” “Of course” and he was gone;


in the morning, I got up, aromatic… smiling

at the glorifying odor emerging from my mouth…

“Ah!” and also with a phone number written over


my night t-shirt… “Call me when you haven’t had

anything close to garlic for dinner-> 4-18-1-3-21-12-1”

“Never… I am a garlic boy, and I always eat garlic,”

I stated, to the whole wide world, with a grin


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Well, that is the height of silliness. My mind has gone awry, I guess.

It is supposed to be written for dVerse Poetics theme today of the Halloween monsters, shown in a different light/humorous tone.

Hope you solved the cryptic phone number. It is easy, I know but I couldn’t think of anything clever to add, instead.

watching a movie||an event unfurling in life

leaning towards the laptop screen,

eyes fixated at the ensuing horror,

of the gory scenes of a eunuch,

going after to kill a pious prostitute,

I trembled as my mobile began to ring,

(it was a song by Enrique, I guess),

fingering the touch pad, pausing the scene,

at the view of the stringent struggles,

of the woman in clothes torn, running,

escaping through a tunnel of dead bodies,

(the previous preys of the animal),

I handled the device in my hands to find

an unknown number printed on the screen,

I received the call, my ears quivering,

to know who the person was, on the other side,

it was a classmate and I sighed in relief,

but my expressions changed in an instant,

she was breathing hard, cry of a grievous mutt,

“What… What… Are you alright?”

her voice was drenched in teary sadness,

“HA, she is no more. She is no more…”

(she divulged the name of the deceased),

it was silence; I could hear my heart pounding,

we both were silent in meditation,

hearing the nothingness of the network lines,

“It is okay. Don’t worry. It is okay.”

it was I, who dared to end

the reverent pain of the moment,

“Don’t worry. It is going to be alright.”

(what was going to be alright!?)

after disconnecting the call,

I went back to the movie as

the boisterous burly man-woman,

murdered the captured girl,

who had survived for so long,

I was watching it but I was not,

a part of me died, a new part attached,

I have come to accept her demise,

a lost friend who I doubt was ever my friend,

(it does not matter at all, anymore),

but I am not yet able to believe it


* Well, it is a true story… August’ 11.

** Written in consideration of dVerse Meeting the Bar.

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Dream: A Short Story

(For Trifecta)

“I want to go to the city, where there are so many avenues available. I will get to be in the middle of things and I could prove my talent,” she said, her eyes lost in a world far away from their small town.

“What do you aim to do there?” As a supportive father, he wanted to listen to her before putting forth his own opinion about it.

“Oh… well, I will do what all others do.”

“And what is it they do?”

“I will… I will get an agent, who could help me visit the parties and the functions where I could meet up with the directors and other film personalities. It is all about making yourself available at the right spot at the right time. It is probable that I will get the opportunity that I so want.” She smiled, which was an evidence of that childish wonder and a dream, which was a result of townsfolk praising her for her beauty and acting skills.

Her father did not reply for a while and a silence pervaded in the room.

“Well, what do you think, dad?”

“Is it that simple? You know, it seems to me that you are trying to chase a rainbow.”

Her smile faded. “A rainbow…? Dad, I want it. I want the fame, success. I want the life of a film star.”

“Aren’t you content with all what you have? You might lose it all, blinded by the glittering city.”

“I love my life here, dad but I want to achieve my dream and I need your support.” That was all she said. She had already bought a ticket for the city bound train, which was to leave early in the morning.

Next day, she was surprised to find her father with his suitcase, waiting at the station.

“I believe in you. I am with you,” he stated. She embraced the best man of her life, as the train whistled its arrival with the rising sun.

In the shade of Peepal…

sitting in the shade of Peepal,

he invited the gossip

from around the village-

Who ran away with whom?

Who beat his wife?

Whose children disobey?

he lived his years in shade of

his best companion, Peepal,

as his own life slipped away;


his condolence meeting was held

eventually in shade of that Peepal


* For dverse Meeting the Bar, where Brian celebrates his birthday and invites us to write a story in 55 words. Also for Friday Flash 55, as suggested by Brian.

* Peepal is also known as Sacred Fig, its binomial name being Ficus Religiosa.

Feast: A 100 Word Story

“Is this place haunted?” she asked shaking in the northeasterly freezing wind as much as in fear.

“I hope not.”

“Do we have to go inside?”

“I guess so. We have to finish our job.”

They had been asked to procure an ancient globe from the library of this monolith, by their professor.

“Ahem! Let’s go inside,” she moved ahead finding the massive door, which she pushed. It opened without any difficulty as if it had been in use forever. By the eerie look of that place, it was surprising.

“Welcome you two! The feast is ready,” a voice boomed.


* For Friday Fictioneers. Unfortunately, I missed last week’s prompt.

Day 09: An Unexpected Liking Towards A Book

Okay, the prompt asks to discuss about a book which you thought you wouldn’t like but unexpectedly, you ended up liking it. A book like that would be difficult to find in my “read” list because I always tend to read the books that have appealed to me in some way, either by their synopsis or the popularity factor. I am once again going through the list of books that I have read. Let me look for a book which could fit into this category.

Well, I don’t know if I’d ever read a book which I thought was going to disappoint me. Tell me truly: who would read a book one thought one wouldn’t like? We all want to have a good reading experience when we pick up a book. It is that simple for me.

So, I am going to discuss about a book which doesn’t fall into this very category (none of the books I have read would). I am rather going to discuss a book which I read just because everyone was reading the books by that author. And that book is Desperation by Stephen King.

Isn’t that a creepy cover!?

A widely popular author; I don’t know but I never wanted to read his books. May be it was because I had heard of the competition between him and Sidney Sheldon; the latter being my favorite author once. But I finally put aside my prejudice and I read a book by him. I don’t know whether it was a good choice to start with or not but in the end, I quite liked the book.

I enjoyed the haunting reading experience which was certainly creepy. It is a story of a town which has come into the control of some ancient gods. After a closed mine was reopened, there were certain figurines found which came to control the beings who had come in close vicinity to them. The book starts with incidents of such tourists who were travelling through a highway quite near to the haunted town in the state of Maine, who were confronted and tortured by a possessed police officer.

It was a very interesting book, in which God was of course a very important identity like in many other books by the author. I liked the characters and their story of how they were going to defeat those powerful creatures of the dark.

I didn’t read any book by Stephen King for a while after I had finished this book. But later on I read some other books by him and I look forward to reading more of his work.

That is all. Would you like to share about your reading experiences of any book or even if you would just want to say hello? Please feel free and write to me; either down in the comments section or you can send an e-mail to me through the Contact Me Page.