neelwrites/noman’sland/thursdayphotoprompt/#writephoto/31/01/2018

NO MAN’S LAND By Neel Anil Panicker It is a couple of hours after midnight, that still born hour when the entire world and its backyard have taken a sabbatical; that  pregnant pause, that briefest of brief interludes before the deluge begins all over again, before the rambunctious merry go round wheels of life start … Continue reading neelwrites/noman’sland/thursdayphotoprompt/#writephoto/31/01/2018

neelwrites/myth&write/tanka/30/01/2018

Murder and mayhem Lumpen elements unleash regressive mindsets spreading falsehoods and lores. History anew__remodelled. (c)neelanilpanicker2018 #tanka #poem #myth #write WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY! Colleen’s Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 68, “Myth & Write,” #SynonymsOnly  

neelwrites/brightaslight/FFfAW/shortstory/175words/30/01/2018

BRIGHT AS LIGHT By Neel Anil Panicker Father, I feel lost, of no use. My life has turned pitch dark and shorn of all light. “That’s not the case, my son. There’s light at the end of the tunnel?” Father, but I see no tunnel, no light? Where is it? “Son, you are mistaken. Look … Continue reading neelwrites/brightaslight/FFfAW/shortstory/175words/30/01/2018

neelwrites/differenteyes, differentlearnings/fiction/coachingtime/1429words/25/01/2018

Perspectives shape reality, and we write our own destiny. It is perhaps a hackneyed theme that I use so often in my speaking and writing. But, a writer writes the destiny of its characters. Perspectives shape reality, and we write our own destiny. It is perhaps a hackneyed theme that I use so often in … Continue reading neelwrites/differenteyes, differentlearnings/fiction/coachingtime/1429words/25/01/2018

neelwrites/intodust/fridayfictioners/shortstory/99words/25/01/2018

INTO DUST… PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook By Neel Anil Panicker Anthony Gonsalves peered out from his broken windowsill at the empty desolate stretch in front of him. Barring a half legged dog that limped about, its howl, a slow painful agony, nothing moved, not even the wind. This place is as dead as the … Continue reading neelwrites/intodust/fridayfictioners/shortstory/99words/25/01/2018

neelwrites/bootilicious/delhi/24/01/2018

BOOTILICIOUS DELHI DELIGHTS By Neel Anil Panicker Come winters and all of Delhi turns bootilicious. Well, almost all. Bootilicious? Pray, what exactly is that? Now, before your mind begins to wonder and is swept away by unsavoury thoughts let me clarify and say that I am talking about matters more terra firma. You guessed it_this … Continue reading neelwrites/bootilicious/delhi/24/01/2018

neelwrites/smashinglove/threelinetales/fiction/flash/100words/19/01/2018

‘SMASHING’ LOVE By Neel Anil Panicker The moment the ball careened off to his left hitting the asphalt tennis court with the intensity of an unhinged tsunami wave, Ashmit knew pursuing it was an effort that would go waste. ‘Love-Forty’ boomed the referee’s voice over the microphone as the jampacked centre court crowd slowly got … Continue reading neelwrites/smashinglove/threelinetales/fiction/flash/100words/19/01/2018