RAY OF HOPE (genre: realistic fiction) By Neel Anil Panicker The shining black limousine skidded to a halt.Out emerged the man the world knew as one having restored the soul back to music. As the legend stepped out, a voice broke through the cacophony, “You shouldn’t play here”. Stunned, the man shuffled his legs, rubbing … Continue reading neelwrites/flash/realisticfiction/ff/100words/14/01/21


Love…Hate…In Betweens (genre: romance: form: haiku/shi rensa haiku) By Neel Anil Panicker   What yarns this love spins king and pauper__all entrapped heart’s strings all attached   heart’s strings all attached blind mind watches helplessly world finds this wondrous world finds this wondrous alas! none know what awaits hate peeps, seeps through pores hate peeps, … Continue reading neelwrites/poem/haiku/quartethaiku/12/01/21


LADY LUCK By Neel Anil Panicker “You must have been a charmer to have managed to steal the affections of such a beautiful girl, and make her your better half”. Rajeev looked askance at his kingergarten friend who he had met after over three decades. “Charmer, me? You must be kidding. I just happened to … Continue reading neelwrites/flash/fiction/shortstory/10/01/21


A BOWL FULL OF CLUES By Neel Anil Panicker “It’s missing…the crucible…it’s missing.” ‘A what?’ “The crucible…was here…it’s missing.” Detective Chacko, looked quizzically at the septuagenarian. “What’s your father talking about? What’s this thing about the crucible?” The 55 year old insurance manager squirmed slightly, coughed, and then muttered haltingly, “Naah! Just ignore him. My … Continue reading neelwrites/flash/fiction/100words/09/01/21


A Dog’s Life By Neel Anil Panicker I remember the day, the hour, down to the minute and second. We, that is Jay, Ajay, Rajvir, and Virendra were at the conference hall when the office walls reverberated with an ear splitting high decibel announcement over the PA system: A BOMB HAS BEEN PLACED IN THE … Continue reading neelwrites/flash/fiction/08/01/21


BY THE BOOK By Neel Anil Panicker I writer is one who doesn’t leave the room was what 73 year old Japesh Thakur had read somewhere; the pithy line having embedded so deep in his mindscape that half a century later, the now long retired Professor of Linguistic Studies at Calcutta Univesity had still hadn’t … Continue reading neelwrites/flash/tlt/fiction/shortstory/07/01/21