For our New Year celebration, my parents were participating in a Golf Tournament which was followed by a New Year party.
The venue was a small but challenging Golf Course, which my parents were looking forward to playing at. We would also get to meet other golfers and interact with them before the tournament officially started.
I however, was interested in only the part where I would get to enjoy New Year party. I refused to let my enthusiasm be affected by the teeny weeny little fact that it wasn't yet December 31st, and hence, not officially a New Year's Party.
We reached the venue early, and after the quick registration process and name tagging of the golf bags, were graciously escorted to the Welcome Lounge, where High Tea was being served. I found myself in luxurious environs and surrounded by the golfing elite. I had resolved to be on my best behaviour, even hoping to entice some handsome hunk to walk up to me and strike a conversation.
I chose a nice corner sofa and delicately perched myself on it, ignoring its groans and moans. "Hullo." I practiced a sophisticated drawl in my mind, with a slight tilt of my head and a Mona Lisa-like smile.

This is Part III of a continued series. Read Part I -Lost and Part II - Memories. However, feel free to read it on its own too. :) Anaisha pulled the door open, and warmly welcomed her guests in. Each of them was carrying a huge packet, which they...

This is Part II of a previously ongoing story. Read Part I here - Lost.
Tring … Tring! She ignored the ringing telephone, as she concentrated on the task at hand. Her brow furrowed, as she chewed her lower lip, the pen in her hand poised in the air, following each written line. She couldn’t find anything amiss. Finally, she picked up the telephone receiver. “27," announced a voice on the other end, before she could say anything. “48,” she replied, staring at the ceiling. “Ha, I win!” “That’s not fair. I solved it, just a few seconds later probably.” “Nope, you picked up the phone late. Besides, you got it wrong,” he said knowingly and continued. "Tomorrow, samosas (a popular Indian snack, stuffed with spicy potato filling and deep fried) and tea are on you,” he chuckled.

Ravi stood there at the back of the group, waiting for the door to be opened from within. Dressed in a dapper black suit, he looked every bit as suave and handsome, as he was described to be. Tall, lean and muscular in physique; accomplished and successful at work he was the true definition of the “perfect man”. [caption id="attachment_3097" align="alignnone" width="1375"]flowers Image Courtesy Unsplash.com[/caption] Indeed, it wasn’t for nothing that he had been ranked 8th on the list of “10 Most Eligible Bachelors” in the latest issue of Architect + Designer Digest. Not that he concurred; in his mind, he was very much taken. He looked around casually, noting every flaw in the building’s construction. From outside, the residential block had looked well maintained - with its sufficient car parking, a small fountain in the main porch and ample playing area for the kids. His sharp mind and observant eye had even noted that the number of lifts was in correct proportion to the number of letterboxes in the basement. The number of car parking spaces was in excess, though. Obviously to account for the fact that each house these days had multiple car owners, he figured. The people standing ahead of him were the ones he had been collaborating with, on a real estate project, for quite a while now. The group comprised of his business associates - owner of a furnishings showroom, the largest and best in the city; a renowned interior designer and his painter sister; a real estate and construction mogul and his socialite wife. These were the people who had invited him to dinner, at yet another friend’s house. He had been homesick and exhausted. Staying alone in a new city for 12 months straight; working non-stop day and night at a stretch had taken its toll. It had had its benefits too. The project they all had been slogging over, had begun to take visible shape. Construction was almost over, and the process of fitments and fixtures was soon to start. They were ahead of schedule and with ample budget to spare, too. The mall would surely be ready well ahead of time; for its inauguration in mid-December. The real estate company had wanted to open the mall before Valentine’s Day. Ravi had suggested it to be completed well before Christmas, to be able to cash in on the fervor of festive season and New Year. They were doing well, exactly as per plan, Ravi thought. He could now afford to breathe a bit and take things a little easy. His associates and now friends had been perceptive enough to realize he needed the break and kind enough to not leave him alone on the occasion of Diwali – when people working across the country would return home to enjoy the festival with their families. “It would be good for you to join us for Diwali,” Nayan, the pot-bellied interior designer had suggested.

  [caption id="attachment_461" align="alignnone" width="764"] Flash Fiction for 40th Challenge for Aspiring Writers Week of November 17, 2015 Photo Prompt by Sonya with the blog, Only 100 Words[/caption] “No rain today either”, remarked Jack, his brow furrowed as he looked out the window at the blazing sun...

She had reached the end of her patience. Irritated. Frustrated. Defeated. That’s what she felt. The future looked bleak. She had given up completely. Obviously, there was no other way to end this. Without looking back, she looked down from where she was and leapt off. Landing on...

On a recent family trip to an out-of-town golf course, I had been designated as the unofficial photographer, and we had obtained permission for me to go on the golf course, despite not playing myself. I had a golf cart all to myself, and had promised to stay off the course; while my parents shared one and were on the course, playing. The golf course was vast and picturesque with lush greenery, hilly terrain with its sheer cliffs and steep valleys. I was busy taking photographs and videos while trailing them in my cart. The entire morning had remained uneventful. My parents continued to play golf. I continued to take photographs. Of the golf course, the flora, the hills, the blue skies and sometimes, if I felt generous, of my parents too.

This post is inspired by  V . She is a single parent, juggling many roles and succeeding at each one.  Read the original post here . The following is an extension of the previous story but can also be read in isolation. Both are fictional narrations in first person account. I reached...