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6th Dimension

6th Dimension

How do you feel?”


“Incredible. I cannot explain what it felt like”


When you detach yourself from all the things, both good and bad, you reach your original state.”


“Original state?”


Original state of existence.”


“What does that mean?”


Let me show you something…

What do you infer from this picture?”


“Some galaxy or universe… Distant. Your NASA people do this. Don’t they?”


Yes, we scientists do that. But this particular picture has something special.”


“Special?”


“Yes, observe closely.”


“No, Sir. I can’t make out”


“Have you studied the Big Bang theory?”


“Yes. It’s the theory of early development of the universe”


“Yes. This is a mini big bang happening here. We are anticipating a formation of planets in this area, you see..Here, here..”


“And when will that happen?”


“It will take a million years, 2, may be 3″


“But…what is the co-relation between the session we just had and this universe and planet theory?”


“Ok. What do you think; this area would look like after a million years?”


“There may be a few planets, huge bodies, revolving, suspended, and doing their own thing.”


“Right.

And what is it now?”


“The smaller bodies, they look like granules, light, free, disoriented.  They’d come together to form a bigger mass”


“And what would the huge mass consist of?”


“Mass… would contain…mass, all of these, together.”

“Possible to disintegrate?”


“No, unless there’s another big bang”


“Absolutely.

The planet which will be formed after a million years from now, is now in its purest state. Disassembled. Disintegrated. Disoriented.”


“Detached.

The original state of existence?”


“Yes.

We have an analogy. Human existence and everything else in the universe. Can you tell me what it is?”


“Probably, when we are born, we are in the purest state of existence without any influence of the outer world. And then we grow we get grosser and grosser and become different from what we were originally.”


“And what is it that makes you gross?”


“Desires, wants, greed..”


“Even love, gratitude and kindness”


“The good qualities?”


“Yes.

You never get gross in good sense or bad, you just get gross.

And what we did was, we tried to find a way back to nadir. The start.”


“How would I know I have reached the goal?”


“That’s the fun. When you think you’re there, you’ll realise you are about to start another journey”


“I don’t get it”


“You will. That little bit there will take more than a million years to integrate and another million to disintegrate. We have a vaster universe within”.


“I get you Sir.


Is that what we call mastering ourselves? Or Self-realisation.”


“I am a scientist. And I simply call it a ‘journey to the 6th Dimension’.”


“6th dimension?”


“You want to do it again?


Close your eyes….”

August 22, 2010 Post Under Flash Fiction - Read More

Conditional love

Conditional love

Aisha had a beautiful smile.
The one which was contagious…

The reason I liked her

She had Aids.
The one which was contagious…

The reason I dumped her


-Original composition by Noopur Julka

August 19, 2010 Post Under FlashFiction Not-on-Prompt - Read More

I am Mantha

I am Mantha

(Note from FlashFiction: The following story is not on the current prompt, but is the first story ever of our newest member of the gang. So show some love ;) )

Hi, I am Mantha.
My family – Philip my husband, and Sarah Kristopher my two kids.

My husband is a happy man.
I am not.
I am unhappy and a woman.

I can’t interact with my kids , forget the outside world.

I miss going out with them and making love to Philip.

My husband has married a lady named Carol.

She has got all my rights , my children, my bedroom while I am suppose to stay in this old dark room.

These thoughts always ran over Mantha’s mind every single day!
She sat by the window, her only connection with the outer world.

“Oh! Why has the crowd gathered near the garden?”
“Oh! They are dressed in black.It’s a funeral!”
“My children!”

Mantha ran.No door could limit her and she reached the garden to find her Philip with Carol, Carol with children …
on her funeral!

August 17, 2010 Post Under FlashFiction Not-on-Prompt - Read More

The Last Stop

The Last Stop

Karen got down from the train and started walking towards the exit…no, actually prodding towards the exit. Her clothes full of blood, her face completely covered with tears, her body cold, her arms wrapped around her waist. The tears were still rolling down her eyes; she was not even aware of the surroundings or of the situation she was in for all she cared about was going home and crashing. Her weary mind would not let any other thought in for it was full of memories from the last 3 months.

3 months earlier….

Karen was waiting outside a classroom for her history professor, absorbedly reading IT HAD TO BE YOU when someone patted her on the back.

“Hi Karen” he said.

Her heart skipped a beat; he was the guy she had been noticing everyday in her regular coffee shop. Well, he was hard to miss, and to top it all he took the same coffee as her, a spiced pumpkin latte.

“Hi” she said, trying not to smile and curb her excitement, instead sounding hesitant.

“Hi! I’m Wes, Western.”

“What?” actually hesitant this time.

“Yes you heard it right my name is Western.”

“Sorry! “

“No problem, I am used to that reaction. So are you waiting for someone?”

“Yeah… Prof. Gerard Hasselhoff. I want to talk about the new schedule for summer.”

“Well you are wasting your time then. He is not returning until next week from his vacation.”

“Oh! Who is taking the class then?”

“His assistant”

“So now that you are free and I have noticed that we share our taste in coffee would you like to have some with me?”

Trying not to smile again, she says “Hmmm, Okay.”

Western is a tall handsome guy, a real charmer and Karen a true beauty. But that is not what Wes noticed in her, it was the glimmer in her deep dark eyes when she laughed, the way her face lifted is what attracted him. It was a shame though that she did not date many guys, Wes was sure that half his class guys were gawking them at that moment.

And that is how it started. They met every day in the same coffee shop and rarely did they try a different flavor. It was unusual for Karen to get so close to someone in such a short time. They shared many other interests but one; history was not his favorite subject.

“You don’t look like a romantic with that cap you wear” she said when he got her flowers the first time.

“Well, you are right to an extent. Ask the other girls I have dated, they might tell you the same. But it is not everyone that I want to be romantic with.”

It’s like he knew what she wanted to hear all the time. She was surprised how attracted she was to him in just 3 weeks. He made her feel special like no one else had ever.

One morning Wes called Karen and asked her to meet him at the beach. Karen had made up her mind, she was going to do what she had never done before, admit her love for him. She wore the dress he had bought for her; she had saved it for a special moment. Before heading to the place it was she who bought flowers this time, not sure if she wanted to give them to him or just hold them, rather, clasp them in case her wits give away.

Surprised is what she was when she reached there. This is not what she had expected! There he was, wearing a white shirt and blue jeans with red roses in his hand. “I love you Karen Harper”, he said coming close to her. She wasn’t sure if the tears in her eyes were because she heard those words from him or coz she did not have to do it first. She smiled at the thought and said “I love you Wes…Western”.

Was it the sidewalk or the red carpet she was walking on?! The joy, the relief she felt was beyond belief. He had reserved a place for them at the fancy beach-side restaurant they always talked about going to. “Thud!!” she heard. She did not know what just happened; she felt her arm rupture and his body move away from her. Something hit them, and she fell a few feet away. She could see her arm turning blue, the pain was unbelievable. She got up and turned to run towards him and then she could feel nothing. Her pain was gone, she could hear nothing. She fell again but not out of soreness this time; his white shirt had turned red, as red as the roses that had fallen next to her. He was staring at her, staring like he had never seen her before, he did not blink, did not move, just stared.

She heard a voice from behind, she had to do something. No, nothing was wrong; “it is going to be fine” she told herself. Someone had called the hospital; no this is not how she had imagined them. She held his head in her arms and kissed him, she told him it was going to be alright. He blinked; he did blink once and tried to say something. She knew what he was saying, “I love you too” she said. He smiled and that was the last expression on his face. It stayed the same when the ambulance arrived and the paramedics took him from her arms, it remained the same till they reached the hospital, it remained the same till they had covered him in the cloth.

Her tears had stopped. Was it real she asked herself? She felt drained and tired. She did not want to treat her arm, it pained more now; she just wanted to go home and crash on her bed.

Present…

She reached home and crashed on her bed and she never woke up.

August 16, 2010 Post Under Flash Fiction - Read More

Off the game

Off the game

“Excuse me. Is this seat taken?”


I look up from my magazine only to stare at those perfect set of whites. He had to be a dentist. Or a model for a toothpaste company. Judging by his suit and glasses, I had my money on dentist. I realise that I’ve just been ogling at him for the past five seconds. Five. Long. Seconds.

I brush my hair off my face. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“Sorry to have bothered you. I just asked if that seat was taken.” He gestured towards the seat next to me. “It’s no bother if you’re waiting for someone.”

“No-no, I’m not waiting for anyone. No.” Shit. Now, how many NOs did I say there? I might as well have asked him to marry me. I grab my coat and purse that occupied the next seat. The bag slips from my hand I spill the contents all over the floor. Curse you Murphy. When anything can go wrong, it reaallly does go wrong. “Fuck. Sorry. I’m sorry.” I just had to say fuck! As if me being clumsy wasn’t enough. He must now think I’m foul mouthed as well. I am on a roll today.

“Looks like I’ve disrupted your peace.” He grins at my pathetic state. “Allow me help you .” He gets down and starts picking up the contents.

Disrupt my peace? Who is he, a spokesperson for the UN? That makes him a dentist who also part-times as a spokesperson for the UN. Something is wickedly wrong with me today.

I go for the cosmetics before the keys. Somehow it felt like the logical thing to do. No one wants a total stranger to know what lipstick I’m wearing, right? He hands me over the keys, the quarters and the dimes, gum, gum wrappers(!) and things I didn’t even knew I carried along in that old purse of mine. I’ve been saving to buy that Vuitton but now I feel I should have let go of this one long ago.

He pauses as he picks up my Asimov. Great! Now he’ll think I’m a nerd. He gives a look of admiration and says, “Ah, Caves of steel. Such a good read. Not as good as the foundation saga, which I’m sure you’d have read. But a very good read, none-the-less.”

“Yes. I have. Splendid series indeed.” And I can recite all the names in the series. Backwards.

“There’s something about his work that just leaves you in awe. He recreates this fictitious worlds with spaceships and robots; and yet makes you believe its all real. One can see his world as you read the book.”

I could kiss him right now. I want to.

We spend the next fifteen minutes discussing science fiction to fantasy. The books we loved and hated. The best fifteen minutes I spent on railway waiting lounge. Make that the best fifteen minutes ever.

I hear the announcement being made for my train.

“Yours?”, he asks.

The thought of missing it crosses my mind. “Yes”, I manage.

“Let me help you with this.” He takes my coat and starts walking with me.

“You’re boarding the same one?”, I ask… and wish.

“No. But I hope you don’t mind me escorting you? Its the least I can do for the nice conversation you’ve gifted me this evening.”

I reply with a five inch grin as I silently pray – God. Why don’t you more of these specimen?

He handed me my coat as I hopped on my car and waved my hand, “This is it then.”

“I guess”, he waves back.

“I loved the little talk we had. Thank you.”

“I wish it wasn’t so little too.”

Well if he thinks I’m a slut, then its his loss. I take out my pen and scribble my number on the first page of the book. It looked kinda funny right below – Caves of Steel. I tear it and throw it on the platform as the train starts moving.

I see him  pick it up and gives a short bow that makes my heart flutter.

I start to make my way towards my seat and… my cell rings.



August 16, 2010 Post Under Flash Fiction - Read More

The trick of never lookin back

The trick of never lookin back

is in the eyes. You don’t stare. You don’t see. You just get the hell outta there and walk away from what used to be.

You make love. You shed a few tears. You move on.

You know that some mistakes repeat themselves and make peace with that.

And sometimes, maybe, just sometimes, you learn & you grow.

The old wine in the new bottle trick ceases to amaze you. You don’t fight the same ole battles anymore. You relish the thought of being alone.

And then one day, the love-bolt from the blue strikes again. The circle starts anew.

August 9, 2010 Post Under Flash Fiction - Read More

Jesse and Celine

Jesse and Celine

As most of you know that I’m the host for this site. So obviously, my post doesn’t count as an entry to the contest.

I just couldn’t pass on the offer to write on this prompt. So here’s my take.

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Cafe La Rotonde was a shrine of happy memories for Jesse.

Nothing much has changed in the cafe for over 40 years. And that was its charm – the familiarity of the place, the welcome nods, the warm smiles and a cheerful atmosphere. Just being there made him smile.

He had proposed to Celine at the very same cafe. Everyone had cheered for him when he got down on his knees. Celine wasn’t left with much choice than to say yes. She always wanted everyone to love her. He chuckled on how ridiculous an idea it seemed to him today. But those were good times. Those were the best times.

From then on, Jesse and Celine visited the cafe every year on this very day to celebrate their love.

Jesse played with the objects kept on the table. He kept the spoons such that they hugged each other and kissed the saucers. He took the salt and pepper shakers and balanced them one over the other. Celine loved to play with cutlery while waiting for the food. She had the habit of biting the corner of her lips as she did that. He could just sit there watching her play all day long and never complain. He then wrote little messages on tissue paper and made little birds out of them. Celine loved that too.

He added two spoons of sugar to his tea and a single spoon to Celine’s. Stirred the tea and waited.

“Are you okay, Jesse?” asked Marlina, the cafe manager.

He looked up and said, “Yes… yes, I’m fine, Marlina. Thank you. Could you take us a picture?”

Marlina fought back her tears and smiled back at him, “Sure Jesse. Anything for you and Celine.”

She clicked and the picture came sliding down the camera. “Did it come alright?”

Jesse stared at himself sitting beside the empty chair and said, “Its perfect. Thank you.”

He took out an album from his bag and swept past the photos of Celine and him smiling back at the camera. He slid the photo inside an empty slot and wrote 2010 below it.

“I miss you, my love”, he murmured.


July 22, 2010 Post Under Flash Fiction - Read More

Plum Blossoms In Paris

Plum Blossoms In Paris

PBIP_Prompt

 

Submissions to PLUM BLOSSOMS IN PARIS – Flash Fiction Contest are closed. The results would be announced by Sarah Hina,Author of the novel: Plum Blossoms In Paris, on 23rd July, 2010. Till then please read the wonderful entries that we’ve received. If you like them, please drop in a comment to them. Its what the writers most crave for – some love.

Here is a list to all the entries:


A Paris by Karen

Bon Appetite by Akash

One Night In Paris by Kits

In Transit In Paris by Siddhartha

The Right Thing To Do by AmitU

Tea for Two…Adieu by by Virginia C

Clingstone by B.Nagel

Sunday Afternoon by Aerin

On the Champs-Élysées by Machel

Just Another Love Bite by Rohan

Unconditional Love by Kiran

Plum Blossoms In Paris by Nishita

Forgiveness By Kiki

Present By Precie

That is not you and me its us by Sweta

Fealty by Sweta

to an empty chair by SarahJrJr

To Be The Man by Paul

The Middle Of The End by Elvie

Morning Maelstorm by May

The Birthday Party by Soulless Machine

Le Quartier Latin by Rooshaba

High Tea by adj4

July 21, 2010 Post Under Announcements, Contests, Featured - Read More
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