FISHING IN TROUBLED WATERS By Neel Anil Panicker The splash of waters could be heard even from a distance. Sitting on the bench, ringed by a circular parapet, Imtiaz  and Asma watched their kids___eight year old Latif and five year old Azma_dipping their fingers in the froth filled waters and squealing  in delight every time … Continue reading neelwrites/fishingintroubledwaters/flash/fiction/shortstory/flashfictionforaspiringwriters/12/06/2018


Written for FRIDAY FICTIONEERS hosted by the most charming Rochelle at 22 September 2017 HANGING ON… PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Potter By Neel Anil Panicker I wish I could throw you out; make you disappear; simply watch you just fade away. I wish I didn’t have to see you the very first thing in the … Continue reading neelwrites/hangingon/FF/flashfiction/100words/21/09/2017


A Home On Song Photo prompt provided by Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode. Thank you Louise! By Neel Anil Panicker “That’s my girl.” Mohan was ecstatic. And why woudn’t he? It was not everyday that one’s four-year-old gets to recite an entire poem at her school’s Annual Day. He watched her roll her eyes and … Continue reading neelwrites/fiction/shortstory/FFfaW/161words/29/03/2017


© A Mixed Bag THE DINOSAURS ARE BACK By Neel Anil Panicker Though well past sleep time, the questions keep flowing. “Papa, will dinosaurs live again?” ‘No dear, the dead don’t come back,’ I say and turn off the lights. An hour later, once Aarav finally slides into dreamland, Nina too goes to bed as … Continue reading neelwrites/fiction/shortstory/SPF/200words/19/02/2017


PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson THE TUNNEL   (100 words) By Neel Anil Panicker Life’s a crawl when I bump into Charlie, childhood buddy, fresh out of jail.  “Mat!” he screams, his whisky scarred voice a slur. Man’s a toughie; mean as they come in Cox Bazaar. “Wanna make some cool money?” Months back he had … Continue reading neelwrites/fiction/shortstory/fridayfictioneers/19/01/2017


The Veil  word count: 100 By Neel Anil Panicker Some people are a closed door__the one that comes securely fastened in adamantine steel chains. Aunt Anjali was one such character. Far from talking about her, it was taboo to even take her name. I remember an incident from childhood when everyone including our extended clan … Continue reading neelwrites/fridayfictioneers/theveil/23/11/2016