neelwrites/breakthrough/poem/haiku/21/02/2018

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Watchful
Destiny’s wheels
Sprout seeds of happiness
Flowering ever lasting joy,
Buoyant.
(c)neelanilpanicker2018 #poem #Tanka

Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge, No. 72: Breakthrough & Movement, #SnyonymsOnly

Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge, No. 72: Breakthrough & Movement, #SnyonymsOnly

 

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neelwrites/sex,liesandvideoptape/sundayphotofiction/shortstory/200words/20/02/2018

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24 Sascha Darlington February 18th 2018

BY NEEL ANIL PANICKER

Major Vijaykant Chauhan studied the two teenagers who stood quivering before him, their heads bowed and hands shaking.

Under the glare of the lone bulb, their farm fresh faces quivered like two frightened kittens.

A slow whistle escaped the Army officer’s lips.

“Tell me, where did you find them?”

‘Sir, I was on patrol duty when I heard voices from inside the Canteen adjacent to Gate No 5. Fearing them to be thieves or worse, I tiptoed forward and flashed my sten gun bulb. Sir, that’s when I found these two. They were…err…I am sorry sir…”

“What exactly were they doing?”

‘They…they were naked, Sir…I saw them…’

“Stop! The canteen you said, right? We have CCtvs there.

Can I get it’s footage?”

“What Sir?”

‘I said I need CCtvs footage of their err…antics”

Havildar Muthuswamy nodded his head.

A slow smile crept across Captain Vikram’s swarthy face. Finally, he ordered, “Ok, release the two now and don’t mention a word about this to anyone.”

As the three trooped out of the room Captain Vikram gloated at the fortune that had landed on his lap.

Now he could blackmail the City Police Chief with pictures of the latter’s daughter’s nocturnal peccadilloes.

©NEELANILPANICKER2018 #SUNDAYPHOTOFICTION #FLASH #SHORTSTORY #INSTASHORTS #200WORDS

Sunday Photo Fiction – February 18th 2018

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2018/02/18/sunday-photo-fiction-february-18th-2018/

neelwrites/dollhouse/firstlinefriday/596words/18/02/2018

THE DOLL HOUSE

By Neel Anil Panicker

Alex says he doesn’t want the doll house. Lisa wonders not for the umpteenth time if she had made a mistake. They were about to be married. She twice. Her childhood home. Recalls the golden memories. No, her mom would never have done it. And now that she is gone, her step father wants it removed, calls it an eyesore. Wants to convert it into a room and make money Make but she was going out.

Toime to end her doll day and get into the real world.

“I don’t care what you do with it, I just want it gone,” Alex said, pointing at the dollhouse.

Lisa stood at the entrance, her slim frame shuddering, her limbs slightly shaking as the sheer harshness of those words seeped in through her tender skin, skittered down the veins, and knifed through her heart tearing it asunder.

How could he, how on earth could a man change so soon, she wondered.  It had been barely a week since her mother’s death and ‘Uncle’ had changed, was showing his true colours.

She couldn’t believe how her mother, a smart and intelligent woman could ever have fallen for such as a man; this selfish, vain man, her step father, the man who had forcefully ingratiated himself into the Kapoor household after her father had died, first posing as a distant relative, a do gooder, a beacon of hope, and then slowly ingratiated himself to such an extent as to propose marriage to her mom.

Perhaps she was fooled in by his overarching ‘care’ and ‘man around the house’ persona, or maybe, she was too starved for love and companionship to have given him the benefit of doubt.

Isn’t that every woman does, barters her life and gives her all to the man in the fond hope and belief that she would change him to her way of thinking, make good of him and thereby make good of their shared lives.

But all that was water down the drain now, thought Lisa as she looked past her ‘Uncle’ at the doll house one last time.

Gennie, the bear eyed her from under a taped bright red wooden table, toy trains and baby dolls attired in frilly girlie frocks with buttoned eyes that smiled resplendently under the glare of multi-hued electric lights made her feel misty.

This miniature doll house was not just the place that she and her mother built box by box with a lot of care and love but this was also her oasis, her childhood retreat, the haven she turned into whenever the pressures of growing up seemed a wee bit overwhelming for her.

And now that haven, that one place that she thought was her and hers alone was also lost.

Lost for ever, its contents to be thrown out and the room itself refurbished and converted into a rental, just one more means for ‘Uncle’ to make money.

Well, she reasoned if that’s what he wants then let him have it, not just the doll house but the entire house and its belongings.

It was time for her to leave, it was time for her to hit the streets, to risk her chances, to step onto to the big bad world, and so what life has in store  for her.

Without that resolution in mind she turned around and walked away, carrying with her only memories, happy memories of a life well lived, a life when everything was perfect and she, and her mother and her father walked and loved and laughed like small little dolls.

©NEELANILPANICKER2018 #FICTION #FLASH #INSTASHORTS #DOLLHOUSE #596WORDS

First Line Friday – February 16th, 2018

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neelwrites/smokedout!/sixsentencestories/shortstory/inspectorsharmacrimeseries/285words/17/02/2018

SHORT STORY/FICTION

SMOKED OUT

By Neel Anil Panicker

Holy smoke! One look at the woman seated opposite him and Inspector Sharma felt a stirring in his loins even as a slow bulge began to build up under his pants.

 

Thick lustrous auburn hair pulled straight back only further accentuated the air brushed smoothness of a high cheek boned porcelain china face that sat majestically atop an hour glass figure that looked as it had popped out of a glossy movie poster.

Looking at the smoking hot beauty for a moment he wondered if had made a mistake, wondered whether for once his famed powers of deduction had gone wrong, that she wasn’t the killer, and that she had absolutely nothing to do with the body that lay dead in the inner bedroom of this sprawling sea side bungalow in Lutyen’s Delhi___the lifeless bullet ridden body of the man the world knew as the ‘Diamond King of India.’

In a bid to clear the doubt that was plaguing his mind, Inspector Sharma decided to probe the woman one last time.  “Could you please tell me Mrs Khurana where and what exactly were you doing between four and six today morning”?

‘I…we…I mean I was …’

That’s it!_the smoking gun. He had got the answer, the small iota of doubt that had nested in his brain, even it was for a nano second, had now completely vanished; this lady was all smoke and mirrors, she indeed was the killer.

Suave upper crust English bred women born into wealth who lived in 100 crore mansions the size of a football stadium and travelled the globe in their own private jets did not blabber and get tongue tied when facing questions from lowly keepers of the law.

©neelanilpanciker2018 #fiction #shortstory #sixsentencestories #inspectorsharmacrimeseries #285words

neelwrites/loveisintheasir/kite/threelinetales/100wordswednesday/fiction/shortstory/16/02/2018

SHORT STORY/FICTION

LOVE IS IN THE AIR

three line tales, week 107: diaries, roses and bobbins with sewing thread

 

By Neel Anil Panicker

All summer he was just a kite flyer, one more among several other ten year olds whose psychedelic kites soared the skies.

Until one day when the winds of change blew.

As his nimble hands expertly manoeuvred the thread, he looked to his left.

It was then that he saw her.

She was on the opposite terrace, reading a book.

She lifted her head and spotted him spotting her.

From that moment the controls switched.

She had taken over the steering wheel of his life, their lives, for the next sixty odd years.

Thereafter, it was roses all the way.

©neelanilpanicker2018 #fiction #flash #100words #kiteflyer

Three Line Tales, Week 107

Hosted by SONYA at https://only100words.xyz/2018/02/15/three-line-tales-week-107/

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neelwrites/priyaprakash/poem/tanka/haiku/15/02/2018

Men have lost all wink

For women it doesn’t sink,

Oh Priya, what a wink!

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(c)neelanilpanicker2018 #poem #haiku #malayalamsong 
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See saw goes eyebrows
Splits wide open male pupils,
unfolds crazy scenes.
Crushed hearts go twitter pitter
welcomes Insta star.

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Who says eyes don’t talk
Priya’s does more than converse,
Grown men turn to verse.
The entire world is awash,
give way Ash, we have Prakash.

neelwrites/poem/haiku/valentine/13/02/2018

Air’s windswept with love

Sea of hearts floats all over

Dive in and enjoy.

***

Hearts go wild

emotions collide

love turns blind.

***

Heart”s on a flutter

She awaits her Valentine,

Hopeful of his ring.

***

Lonely heart

craves for love’s embrace

shower grace.

vaal***

(c)neelanilpanicker2018 #poem #haiku #love #valentine

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