C IS FOR CIRCUITOUS For the 2018 #AtoZChallenge, my theme is the A-Z of Descriptive Emotions beginning Sunday, April 1, 2018. C is for CIRCUITOUS NO SMOKE WITHOUT FIRE By Neel Anil Panicker “With due respect Sir, I think you are being circuitous…”.  ‘No, I am not being so. If you ask me I am … Continue reading neelwrites/cisforcircuitous/A-ZCHALLENGE/day03/03/04/2018


MONEY IS SWEET HONEY By Neel Anil Panicker Professor Amritanand had done his job_ he had prepared the years’ Matriculation Mathematics paper. Now, all he had to do was seal it in an envelope and lock it in the strong room. He was about to do so when his mind sprang alive with the conversation … Continue reading neelwrites/easymoney/fiction/shortstory/100words/flashfictionchallenge/31/03/2018


HAPPENSTANCE (#01) By Neel Anil Panicker It was a pure happenstance, something absolutely unplanned, but then again something fated to happen, as pre-ordained as the arrangement of the stars, and the ubiquitous rising and setting of the sun, as inevitable as the arrival of the milk man come every morn. Speaking of milk men and … Continue reading neelwrites/happenstance/fiction/novella/wip/30/03/2018


LIFE IN THE CITY By NEEL ANIL PANICKER Ram Bahadur scanned the street in front of him; his little slit eyes X-raying every single movement fifty metres around him. The instructions were succinct: There could be a terrorist attack. Staccato and plaintive, even matter of fact, delivered sans any emotions. That’s what life in the … Continue reading neelwrites/sundayphotofiction/shortstory/flash/200words/26/03/2018


IS IT LOVE, OR AM I JUST KIDDING?  By Neel Anil Panicker  The contentious nature of some debates ensures that however much and appreciable are the efforts to keep the conversation speeding smoothly on the even path of deductive logic, sooner or later one is bound to derail as one strives but miserably fails to … Continue reading neelwrites/love’n’lust/haibun/26/03/2018


SLAUGHTER HOUSE photo by Sam Carter via Unsplash By Neel Anil Panicker Through the semi darkness, unmindful of the several pairs of eyes that pinned onto her, Sabina stared at her father, at her Abba, the sixty year old silver bearded man who had been her life, her heart beat through the tortuous turns their lives had … Continue reading neelwrites/slaughter/threelinetales/shortstory/150words/23/03/2018


HIDDEN FROM VIEW PHOTO PROMPT © Björn Rudberg By Neel Anil Panicker They shared a special bond__ Pranesh and the hills. Growing up as a child, he would spend countless hours, straddling (his less lucky city bred classmates called it climbing) the moutaineous terrains. Hopping from from one heart stopping hair pin bend onto the … Continue reading neelwrites/hiddenfromview/fridayfictioneers/shortstory/fiction/100words/21/03/2018