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woman sitting near wooden table

{Pic: Louis Hansel @shotsoflouis }

The pandemic clutched onto her like a warm, ardent lover.

Her blooming pencils filled with scented basil seeds tried to blow away the grimness of the room.

Soil filled broken vases near the window pane took many days to show the tiny green flags.


She recovered.


©Mridula 2020

48 words




three line tales, week 218: a woman drinking coffee with laptop and guitar{Photo by Elijah O’Donnell via Unsplash}


To be precise, it was her 27th attempt and 13th coffee in a row.

The app, her brainchild, has already succeeded in rooting.

Who told hacking can’t be a fairer sex’s affinity?


Photo Prompt from Three Line Tales, Week 218


​     two decorative chairs on grass field near body of water

{Pic courtesy: Jeremy Wong Weddings}

The blue leather journal with digital password lock trembled slightly in the wrinkled hands of the old man. Antony had tried at least a hundred combinations to crack the password. If Robbie, his good old friend and the office custodian of that small town library was alive he would never have attempted it. Anyway, he has passed away weeks back, leaving the job and the journal to Antony.

Antony sat near the window, his six year old grandson was watching the cartoon with a grumpy face. The birds were chirping outside, the spring was reminding all nature to come back to life.

Antony turned the pages of the journal.

“I am an idiot. I can’t realize the ins and outs of life.
My mind flies like a butterfly that has lost its senses and directions. And it is….euphoric!”


“When I entered this old library years back, I never had expected to have a gust of heavenly joy like this…like you…Mila…!! I remember, you were reading, sitting near to that damaged window. Why did you select that spot? I love you… forever…..Mila! Inexplicably, incomprehensibly, inexcusably, irrevocably.. all at the same time.”

Antony, the regular visitor of the library since decades, tried hard to recall every visitor’s name. He didn’t even spare the males and their families. Still, none named Mila hit his memory. Was Robbie in love with an imaginary woman?

“The corridors are old but the sunshine is new,
Day or night your figure is knocking my eyelids,
My life is changing bit by bit…”

“The windows of dreams take away my sleep.
My life suddenly seems fresh and new.
I know it is because of you
Let me hide this treasure deep in my heart forever…”

Never in his life had Antony seen such a handwritten note full of ‘calligraphed’ love. Never in his life had he thought his bosom friend was capable of this much love.

Antony looked outside. Should he keep the journal or take it to the shredder?

As he returned from the shredder, his grumpy grandson demanded him to read a story.

​He read a random page in some book.

“Alice : How long is forever ?

White Rabbit : Sometimes, just one second.”

Antony’s heart sunk into emptiness.


©Mridula 2020

A poem from my book “STILL LOVED STILL MISSED”




“Under the lavender tree we stood,

A wrinkled face you looked, mine.

Your heart got hooked, it seemed;

When were you born?‖ you asked.


I, then, took a travel down my

Memory lane; re-lived the day,

When I was the chubby girl, saw you first

Under the same lavender tree.


Briskly you walked; rarely you smiled

Even to your few fellow friends.

And, I was invisible to your eyes;

A shadow masked you, I guess.


A cheery spring sent me in,

To your eyes (and to your heart?)

Under the same lavender tree

I stood smiling, my mind at cloud nine.



Now, we are worn and torn,

But still, you ask when I was born.

Know and note, my beloved, the day

I saw you, was the day I was born. ”

© Mridula

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Word Count and Types Fiction

Such a piece of good information.

Author L. J. Walker

Here is the cheat sheet for the types of fiction according to word count:

Nanotale – Up to 6 words

Twitterature – Up to 280 characters.

Dribble or Minisaga – Up to 50 words

Drabble or Microfiction – 50 to 100 words

Microstory – 100 to 300 words

Sudden fiction – 300 to 750 words

Flash fiction – 750 – 1,000 words

Short story – 1,000 to 7,500 words

Novelette – 7,500 to 17,500 words

Novella – 17,500 to 40,000 words

Novel – over 40,000 words

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The Return

The first time he had come to Frankfurt was to pursue his post graduation.
After years, when he returned his homeland fetching a good job opportunity, he had satisfactorily completed his postdoctoral studies.
He expressed a dozen reasons to thank the place.
For him, Frankfurt was all about royale and resilience.
All around he could view only monumentous and prestigious structures.
The once war-destroyed city later emerged as a dominant spot.
The once love damaged man could find solace in its warmth.
The pleasant neighborhood and the scenic beauty made Frankfurt very dear to him.

When he explored the place as a dying wish, after 42 years, all he could see were the royal remnants looking humble amidst the multi-storied contemporary architecture. 

Heights don’t guarantee mojo!” The old man sighed. 

{In response to What Pegman Saw: Frankfurt, Germany}