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By Neel Anil Panicker

“Hmm! That’s a really big rock”, exclaimed Aruna with barely concealed envy.

That instantly lit up Vaishali’s face; a face one of her several admirers had likened to a ‘Leonardo Da Vinci portrait’.

‘The Mona Lisa itself’, had gushed someone else.

Looking over the shoulders of her bestie, Vaishali surveyed the happy, smiling visages around her.

The movers and shakers of Kolkata had descended this cool Sunday evening to celebrate her betrothal to the Prince of Kolkata.

Vaishali eyed her engagement ring and sighed.

Alas! none would be there when her Prince would turn pauper.

Least of all, she.

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Something’s smelly

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

By Neel Anil Panicker

It began as a single red rose.

Delivered to her workstation; initially, only on Mondays, and then on every other day, and finally, every single day.

All placed inwards, as if the benefactor were aware of the seating arrangement of the beneficiary; the flowers, fresh and trimmed to perfection were delivered with metronomic precision within a measly thirty seconds, the time that it took for Esther to grab a cup of espresso from the office corner.

It’s only when the largesse began arriving at her doorsteps and came wrapped around

a pair of surgical blades that cold fear set in.

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By Neel Anil Panicker


 “You calling from jail?”

From my cell. You see, I don’t break my promises.

“But isn’t that risky? Also illegal? I mean you could get caught.”

I’m bowled. It’s much riskier wooing the only child of an underworld don, one who is infamous for roasting alive his enemies in a hot oil tumbler.

“My dad has never gone to jail.”

Maybe, but he sure can send me to hell.

“I will join you.”

Where? In hell?

“No stupid. In heaven. We’ll make heaven, our own heaven on this Earth.”

‘You are such a sweet talker.’

“And you are a smooth operator.”

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By Neel Anil Panicker

“It will take us places,” he had said, insisting we buy a car.

I had my doubts, though.

The grocer’s was a hop, skip and jump away.

Movies we didn’t dig.


Whoever had the time for others in this day and age.

‘For what then?’ I had countered.

“For those lazy Sundays_ just you, me and the sandy beach,” he persisted, scratching his salt and pepper beard, a half hesitant smile playing on his lips, the same that he employed when seducing me some half a century ago.

Car’s on the shed. Lying idle. He’s gone places, for sure.

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By Neel Anil Panicker

As a child she lusted for gifts.

She would peep in through pigeonhole slits, past the glass sharded high walls of her landlord’s palatial villa, careful not to hurt her eyes, and salivate at the merriment inside.

Her heart would yearn for the gorgeous gifts that hung from low lying branches of the heavily bedecked Christmas tree.

Envious eyes would watch her landlord’s daughters as they happily ran around the football sized garden, singing soulful carols, their tiny hands holding on to delectable goodies.

It was a life, a wonderment she could only dream about, never ever aspire to experience.

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By Neel Anil Panicker

 ‘Time of death: Between 7 and 8 am, Saturday, April 03, 2016.

Slow death, probably bled for about twenty minutes. 

Cause of death: Perforation of jugular veins; rupturing of carotid arteries.

Cause: Insertion of foreign body, not more than 1 mm diameter.’

Inspector Sharma mulled over the forensic report.

A young woman was found dead in a 5-star hotel room.

There were zero witnesses. The CCTV images captured nothing suspicious except…

Except what?

Sharma racked his brains as he blew smoke rings into the air.

Minutes later, his eyes lit up and he barked, “Yadav, get me a paper clip.”

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By Neel Anil Panicker

He’s coming today. After all these years. And boy, I’m happy!

Or, am I?

Why shouldn’t I be? I mean he’s my childhood friend.

Make that was.

The one I grew up with. The one who was my partner in crime.

The one with whom I frolicked around these cobbled pavements, escaped behind its stony walls, discovered secret caves and centuries-old hot water springs.

The one who played Cupid and helped me navigate past the byzantine lanes that led to my first love.

The one who later stole her from me and flew off, leaving me gazing at the stars.

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