Fireflies



a jar of fireflies



"What are you doing?", Kamya shrieked.

Karun, her very very notorious brother stuck out his tongue and ran. Seeing her both hands dipped in colors, her brother took the opportunity to tie the knots in her ponytails. He very well knew how to spoil the fun of one thing she loves- painting. At the age of 7, he was only a year younger to her, but so much more trouble causing. To her, Karun had always been unpredictable. Sometimes he would do something very unexpected to her, something really sweet and loving. But mostly he would be the pain in the ass.

'Its my birthday in three days', Kamya thought cheerfully. She was lost in planning what to ask for in gifts, when she saw her brother standing in the garden with a glass jar. Her senses came to rapt attentiveness.

"What are you doing?"

She knew it was a worthless question, one he never answers.

"Its mom's expensive jar", she shouted in desperation. He just looked at her at smiled mischievously.

'To hell with him', she mumbled and stomped inside.

In next two days she again saw him in the garden with the jar. This got her curious but she knew better than to question him.

She was very happy today, finally its her birthday. She was looking forward to the day of love and pampering from her parents, a little even from her notorious brother. And of course a lot of gifts. Her parents threw a lovely party. She had a lot of fun. Later in the night as soon as she walked in her room, happy and tired, someone grabbed her from behind, tied her hands and put a tight blindfold on her eyes.

"Who are you?"
 What are you doing?"
 What do you want?"

"Shhhhhhh ", the shadow whispered in her ears."You ask too many questions. Keep quite and walk." He whispered again, hoarsely.

Scared, she just walked, trying to figure out where was she been taken.

'Stairs. He is taking me to terrace. But why? Is he going to throw me from terrace? Am I going to die on my birthday?' Her mind was spinning with so many thoughts. Suddenly she felt herself being pulled to halt.

"Don't make any noise", he said and pulled off her wrist cuffs and then slowly her blindfold went off. As her eyes adjusted, it widened in surprise and awe. She was standing in front of the small glass room filled with a thousand fireflies.

"Happy birthday Di",  Karun smiled at his lovely sister.


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The Toothwaste


cartoon boy with his mouth full of toothpaste


He loved brushing his teeth and filling his mouth with foam. He had been brushing when his sister came with paper in her hand, her new found attraction.

"Did you know toothpaste makes your bones brittle, also causes fluorosis and Alzheimer. And whatever they use for making foam causes skin diseases, infact  most of them are used in cleaning greases and cars. Ewww, so much for healthy teeth.

*gulps* the foam went down his throat.

"Really? ", his eyes almost jumped out of his socket. He turned and looked in to mirror, expression presumably shocked.

Ignorance is such a bliss, he thought.


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 The prompt was ignorance is bliss and this is an attempted 100 fiction.
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From the eye of a blind

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blind man with cane cartoon


Krushna, the one guy who never failed to amaze me. Though blind by birth, you wouldn't dare to call him visually impaired. He had that kind of abilities. I remember the first time I met him, he was with some of my friends. I wondered what are they doing with a blind guy. He was quite throughout our conversation. We made plans for outing.
"Its going to rain."  He said quietly.
It was a wonderfully sunny day. We laughed at him. He took no offence, remained calm and smiled. But he decided to join us nonetheless. We must have been out for less than an hour, it suddenly got dark. Within minutes it was raining cats and dogs. I was stunned.
"How you did this?"  I whispered to him, quite obviously amazed.
"I can smell colors in everything",  he answered in same whisper, smiling conspiringly.
"Smell colors?"  I was baffled.
"Yes"
"How?"
"This rain, to me sky, water, ice things like.these are blue. Cold is blue. Since I can't see, I smell. I can smell seas and oceans and rain. I can even smell winter and ice." This left me not only flabbergasted but also intrigued.
"Can you smell red?"
"Yes. Red is the colour of heat  and love. So sun, for me, is red. Your blush is red. I can smell blood, which again is red. Not to forget roses and the glances you keep giving to Abhi."
This bowled me over. "How do you know? Nobody knows, not even even Abhi."
"I can't see,  I smell. Remember?"
I blushed.
"I smell red." He said teasingly, and I blushed harder.
"You know what's yellow for me?"
"No, tell me."
"Warmth. Summer, hugs, some handshakes are yellow to me."
I, just then, happened to see a bunch of exquisite white Lilly. "White is such a lovely colour" I exclaimed almost whist-fully.
"I am not sure, its so empty. Isn't white the absence of colors?" He shrugged.
"Yes, but peace is also associated with white,right?"
"Did you ever notice, peace is the absence of war or fear and desire and jealousy and emotions like that. Not the presence of something."
I was dumbfounded. I didn't know what  to say, but I wasn't willing to let the conversation die as yet.
"Don't you sometime wish you could see?"
Shall I tell you what is the most beautiful thing that exist?"
"What?"
"Black,The night, the darkness. Its the presence of every colour. And I possess the most beautiful thing . Why would I wish it to end."
I was rendered speechless.


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That's what she said



little cute kid


Anuradha's little cute cousin wanted to decorate the house for Christmas.

She told him the plans about how they were going to decorate the house, to put his agitation on a pause.

 "But we will do it in the evening, okay." she ruffled his hair and went to her office.

In the evening when she came back she saw numerous cornflakes stuck on the walls. Her little cousin was busy sticking some more in one corner.

"Aarav, what the hell are you doing?", she shouted annoyed.

He made a puppy face and said, "you only said we will stick some cornflakes on the walls. I thought I will do it to please you. How does it look?"

 She just laughed.

She said snowflakes, he mistook it to be cornflakes.





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fish flying out of water


She came home all bruised, looking beaten up.

"What happened to you?"

"I was walking down the street, suddenly a fish came flying and throwing me down."

"What, a fish did this to you?" and he laughed.

She looked at him like he has lost his mind.

She said fist, he mistook it to be fish.


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