That awesome moment...

That awesome moment when all white squares of a crossword are filled.

If you're thinking why I am making a big deal of solving a crossword, forget it and go back to enjoying your life. 

For the record, this is the first Cricinfo crossword puzzle that I've solved completely. Of course, thanks to regular Cricinfo browsing and Google search (how else am I supposed to know Trier is indeed a German city). 

55 Word Stories

So this is my post after what seems like forever. It isn't that I don't want to, but procrastination has always been my biggest enemy. Anyways I did manage to write five (really) short stories for this wonderful blog managed by @vivekisms. It was a Flipkart contest that introduced the blog to me and I was amazed to see the response the blog evoked. There were people submitting stories every day waiting for the theme of the day to be tweeted. Without further delay, let me post below the five stories I sent in.

Space

In the prime of youth, sitting in solitary confines, she had whispered to me - "Come closer" - and the space between us had vanished in a moment. Now, trudging along the path of adulthood, heavyhearted and weary, I seek refuge in her, and she says - "I need my personal space".

Relationships

As I stood before him disappointed at the turn of events, he was his usual silent self. Despite my attempts at making this relationship work, I was uncertain about its future and wondered if I ever held any significance to him. I went home, logged on to Facebook and changed my religion to atheism.

Decadence

Seated on a dingy hotel sofa, phone in one hand and a glass of wine in the other, he watched their lissome naked bodies entwine temptingly. “Love you. Talk to you later”, he said as he disconnected the call, emptied the wine glass over the two exquisite beauties on offer and threw himself between them.

Words

As the cameras flashed to capture glimpses of the fastest man on earth, he could hear his mother’s words when he had collapsed in her arms, crying over taunts that he was too weak to walk. Far away, sitting before a television set, an old woman mumbled – I told you, you were born to run.

Magic

He took his father’s frail hands and walked him to the lone bench in the hospital compound.

The old man’s eyes gleamed as he looked up at the clear night sky.

 “What are they?”

“Stars.”

“How do they shine?”

“Long ago, you told me it’s magic”, he replied.

“Magic indeed”, his father nodded approvingly.

Based on the response I received on Twitter, I can proudly say 'magic' and 'decadence' stories were much appreciated.