By Neel Anil Panicker

“It’s PRIYA. P…R…I…Y…A.  So stop calling me ‘Flamingo’.”

‘Because you are one.’

Priya looked at Raj, whose hands kept flitting in and out of the side pocket of her little blue dress, reaching places whose existence the nineteen year old wasn’t even aware of.

“Oh! is that so? Tell me, how did you arrive at that deduction”?

The two were at the National Zoo and leaning against the parapet that overlooked an oasis of blue waters surrounded by thick bushy outgrowth all around it.

Wednesday, at this hour of the afternoon, a quarter past three, was, even by Delhi’s standards, pretty languid.

The animals and birds, big and small, and their watchers, the men who were tasked with the upkeep of what was arguably the nation’s best kept sanctuary were taking their much needed siesta, away from public glare and scrutiny, safely tucked in their nests, homes, hearths or wherever it was that they felt comfy and relaxed.

Turning around, Raj, his hands hidden from public gaze, replied, “That’s ‘bcoz you’re tall, shapely, have a slender figure, have a very glowing lush apple like face, and ….”

‘And what, dear Raj? Priya vollied, her voice suddenly putting on a flirtatious honey dipped tone.

Raj dug his eyes deep into hers before retorting, “And also b’coz you have long, very long endless legs”.

Priya blushed before retorting, : Don’t forget; I have a long, sharp beak too”.

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Sunday Photo Fiction – June 10, 2018




SPF June 3 2018 (1 of 1)

By Neel Anil Panicker

Inspector Sharma took a while to orient himself to the near blinding darkness. Only seconds before he stepped off the torturous 47 degree summer madness that was Udaipur and arrived at the ghostly single room dilapidated mud house located a kilometre and half off the city municipal limits; the nearest signs of civilisation being a rusty hand pump sans its handle at the roundabout leading to the gravel led pathway.

And then commenced the sensory badgering.

Pressing a handkerchief to his nose to fight off the all pervasive smell of ammonia, stale cigarette smoke and cheap country hooch liquor, the senior cop’s eyes began to scan the mayhem that lay all around him.

The place screamed debauchery with a capital D; empty beer bottles, condoms packets, cigarette butts completed the picture.

It was then that he saw it. At first they looked like betel stains. Small irregular blotches of near fading red imprinted onto the yellowed walls that was sans any distemper; an assembly line of insects moving, albeit in super slow mode, in and out of the tiny slits between the purplish brick laden walls.

He inched his way through the muddy dankness and flashed a torch.

Red blotches flared to life.

He knew what they were.

The elusive serial killer was back in business.

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Sunday Photo Fiction – June 3, 2018

Photo Prompt: C.E. Ayr



Dog & Grave Headstone

By Neel Anil Panicker

‘It’s a miracle she’s alive. They almost broke open her skull. I know it’s police work. But still don’t trouble her much.’

Inspector Vincent Pala of Kozhikode Rural Police Station nodded his head as Dr John Abraham walked out of the third floor ICU room of Mary’s Hospital.

As the door closed behind him, the senior cop turned around and walked towards the hospital bed.

He knew he didn’t have much time.

He gingerly flicked open a pocket notebook and pen in hand, directed his gaze at the septuagenarian.

“Mrs. Sebastian, I know this is a very wrong time. But I hope you understand it’s a crime we’re dealing with here.  I will ask you some questions. Blink your eyes once if it’s a yes; twice, if it’s a no? Hope you understand?”

The elderly lady blinked her eyes once.

 “Mrs Sebastian, at the time of the attack you were at your house alongwith your paralytic husband, your eldest son Vinny, his wife Inglieas and their four-year-old child Esther, right?”

She blinked, once.

“Do you know who killed them?”

 She blinked, once more.

Inspector Vincent bolted upright.

“Ok, who’s it?”

“Spitz …”.

Inspector Vincent wondered how he would interrogate a family dog accused of murder.

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Sunday Photo Fiction – May 27, 2018




By Neel Anil Panicker


Doesn’t look like a World War prison, right?”

I looked at Alfred, my tour guide, and nodded.

Proper lights, walls freshly painted, coated in vibjyoric colours,

the floors, cemented and glistening; long ventilated corridors___the works__all this a long shot away from the vision that I had of a Nazi prison cell.

This is only for tourists. It’s what we show to the first time tourist, the dilettante time traveller”, the obviously well read guide continued continued.

Round the corner is Nazi Germany’s worst kept secret: the infamous B Block”.

I had read about it in college as part of my collge based research into the World Wars.

I knew about the existence of these underground bunkers, knew they were pea sized semi-darkened cells that were called “torture chambers”; the place they sent you when they wanted you to die, albeit pianfully and slowly, but surely.

Madam, what you are about to see is the cell where Hitler’s SS gassed over 650 Russian POWs and 200 Poles in one single night. Their weapon was …”

‘Enough, I am calling it off.’

But madam , this is “The Auschwitz 1 camp tour”. It is the one people die to undertake. You have come this far. Please finish the tour.”

‘No, I would die if I were to continue any further’, I replied and stormed out of the bunker.

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Sunday Photo Fiction – May 20, 2018



The first tests using Zyklon-B had been done in August 1941 in one of these basement cells. These experiments were done long before the “Final Solution of the Jewish Question” was planned at the Wannsee conference on January 20, 1942. Zyklon-B was, at that time, being used extensively in the Auschwitz concentration camp, and at most of the other camps, as an insecticide to kill body lice in clothing in an effort to prevent typhus epidemics. During World War I, there were devastating typhus epidemics on the eastern front in what is now Poland, so the Nazis took special precautions to prevent epidemics in the crowded concentration camps.

The subjects of this first mass killing on September 3, 1941 were 600 Russian POWs and 250 sick prisoners. According to my tour guide, testing done in the previous months had determined the right amount of Zyklon-B needed to kill a room full of people. In a book entitled “Anatomy of the Auschwitz Death Camp,” edited by Israel Gutman and Michael Berenbaum, it was stated that the murder of 600 Soviet Prisoners of War and about 250 sick prisoners took place in Block 11 between September 3rd and September 5th. The authors also quoted from a report by the prisoner underground which said that 600 Soviet prisoners and 200 Poles were gassed in Block 11 on the night of September 5th and 6th.




Photo Prompt: C.E. Ayr

By Neel Anil Panicker

The end, the fall from grace, the willful destruction of self came in bits and pieces.

It started with the detection of cancer.

It looks benign. Nothing much to worry about. Just a slight change in your daily routine, a minor alteration in diet plans and bingo, life carries on as usual.”

The doctor’s words served as a palliative. It worked like the placebo that it was meant to be. The feeling that all was right in his world lasted almost a decade.

A minor surgery in the interim (“Sorry, we had to remove one of your kidneys. But relax, you are completely cured”) did wonders for his ego.

The hulk was back doing what he did best__ rising to his entire six foot tall glory, bursting out on all cylinders, his rock-like fists knocking down criminals as if they were nine pins. The rat tat tat of his AK 47 again began to reverbrate in the skies, assuring us that ‘Super Cop’ was back in business.


All that were the last maddening flames before the embers died out.

The malevolent killer struck again.

He didn’t want to be just another white elephant.

This time he wanted to go out all guns blazing.

A bullet through his head was his way out.

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This story is a fiction based on a true story.

REF: arealtic

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IPS officer Himanshu Roy’s body being taken for cremation in Mumbai on May 11, 2018.




By Neel Anil Panicker

“What I’m saying may seem a lot of hot air, but trust me, it’s a lot of hot air”.

‘Stop talking in riddles and give it to me in understandable language. What are you alluding to?’

Detective Chacko inhaled deeply, pursed his lips, and spoke, his voice, a slow measured tone, as one adopts when tutoring a five year old kid, “Look Chief, your men found a dead man at the bottom of a cliff. Barring an underwear, the man was stark naked. Also, he was found clutching a straw of hay, right?”

‘Right, Chacko, what next?’

“Well, it’s plain and simple deduction: The man fell from the skies after he lost a bet.”

‘A what?’

“Yes, you heard that Chief. The man and two of his friends were flying in a hot air balloon. They encountered the cliff. In desperation they threw everything out of the hot air even as all stripped to the very bare essentials. Finally, they drew straws. This hapless man lost and jumped out to his death leaving his friends to float away to safety.

‘Hmm…But how are you sure there were three of them?’

“That’s b’coz Chief, these birds carry three__nothing less, nothing more”.

Sunday Photo Fiction – May 6, 2018

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153 04 April 24th 2016


By Neel Anil Panicker

‘Dad, what’s T Rex? Is he a guy, or a horse, or a monster, perhaps? In school, all…Alex, Jenny, Pam, even Eddie___they tell me he’s the most powerful thing on this planet? Is that true, Dad?’

Richard looked amusedly at his five year old before replying, “My son, what you heard is absolutely true. You see this man, and let’s call him that for want of a better word is the most powerful creature to walk this earth. His full name is Tyrannosaurus Rex. He is a one man, or more appropriately, one creature army. He’s the ruler of this earth.

He is the lead actor, producer and director of life’s movie; we, being mere spectators in his Jurassic Park.”

‘He sounds fascinating, though a wee bit scary. Do we need to fear him, Dad?’

“Well that depends, son. He’s known to not take kindly to any opposition and never spares anyone who crosses his path.

One just needs to look at the fate of his herbivorous cousins Edmontosaurus and Triceratops to know what I am alluding to”.

‘Dad, I’m really scared now?’

“You don’t have to be You are not a girl who wears skirts, either long or short”.

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Sunday Photo Fiction – April 29 2018