The Ghosts of Mill Road Station

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A Drabble is an extremely short work of fiction exactly one hundred words in length. Michael Kent of The Next Big Writer used “Droubble” for a double drabble, a story in exactly 200 words. This is my first attempt at a DROUBBLE.
Alston_Station_by_wandereringsoul“Even after 56 years of abandonment and neglect it still looks grandiose!” he thought with a wry smile as he soaked in the architectural beauty and marvel of the Mill Road Railway Station.

Situated some 50 miles from the nearest civilization, Mill Road Station catered to mainly the goods trains and a fortnightly passenger train.

Destiny had brought him here as the Station Master but he desperately wanted to change it then.

The love and longing for his new wife did not let him enjoy the respect and responsibility this job gave him.

And then, a passenger died under mysterious circumstances. The furore of an inexplicable death and the ‘ghostly’ stories doing the rounds terrorised the small task force of employees of the Mill Road Station.

In no time, the station was labelled as a haunted one with no train stopping to stop there and no railway employee willing to work.

On a request of the lone warrior of the Mill Road Station, the Station Master was transferred and the station was closed and labelled as abandoned station.

Today, he desperately wished that this visit would lay his inner ghosts and the ghost of Mill Road Station to rest, finally.

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Return

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Everything reminds me of you.
Every thought of you moistens my eyes.
I try to be strong; I try to be tough…
But the world around me works doubly hard to diminish my hopes and wipe away my memories.
Time passes but not fast enough.
Each moment and each breath waits for you to RETURN.

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Goodbye

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The Corridor of a Hospital
As she sat, seemingly composed on the chair outside the Operation Theatre, the ‘family’ members were oblivious to the inner turmoil raging inside her.
She looked imploringly at her husband. His eyes showed a flash of understanding but next moment they were met with the glaring looks from his father.
As he turned his back to her, he had turned his back to the joy and happiness, hope and love, their unborn daughter was to bring in their world.

When will we say Goodbye to Sex Determination and Female Feticide?

A Small Room of a ‘Home”
She saw her granny kiss and cuddle her kid brother, she yearned for it too. She was learning to curb these feelings and to turn a blind eye to the disparity and neglect she was made to experience by her own family.

When will we say Goodbye to Discrimination against the Girl Child?

A Dining Room in a Home
She aspired to explore her passion. But that has been simply vetoed and the final verdict has been forced on her. This decision will help her prepare to adjust better in her new home.

When will we bid Goodbye to the Dreams and Aspirations Killing Machines?

A Moving Car on the Outskirts of a City
Numb with shock and pain, tired from the struggle and screams, she lay tattered and mangled, as her every right is shattered and questioned and answered too in their own pleasing way.

Will we ever say Goodbye to Sick and Narrow Mindedness and Bigotry?

A Conference in a Home
The constant nagging and barbed-wire comments, the physical and the mental assault, led her to decide, finally… to end her life.

Why can’t we say Goodbye to Social Evils and Orthodox Practices?

Some Place Somewhere
The pitiful looks and the lustful looks, which are now a part of her life have added more misery and pain than the one given by the destiny itself. She is a young widow struggling to live life.

When will we finally say Goodbye to the Impotent Societal Taboos?

Daughters, Wives and Widows…. Do we really want to say Goodbye to them, finally after all these years??

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Wish

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You asked, “What’s your wish?”
Well, I don’t have a wish but a whole big wish list.

  • I wish I get a break for at least a few days. An ‘All Girls Party’ would be wonderful and a romantic holiday with my husband would be simply bliss.
  • I wish my home was clean for some part of the day. I would love to walk around the home without doing the hop, skip and jump over the toys or spilt milk or cushions that lay scattered all around the home. 
  • I wish that even the simplest and routine things like getting the spoon to the mouth or brushing teeth were not some projects.
  •  I wish teaching ABC was as easy as 123.
  • I wish I could worry a bit more constructively especially after the meetings with the specialists and facilitators.
  • I wish my determination never falter or waver, to help, to assist and to guide.
  • I wish I could deal with the toxic people and their stares and sermons, criticism and questions, a shade better.
  • I wish my support group supports me  and inspires me always, helping me to make it through the day.
  • I wish I could sleep in peace for some time.
  • I wish my child gets all the happiness and joys of this world.
  • I wish I could give the wings of confidence to my child to fly high… 

I am the mother of a child with special needs.

PS: Based on  real life experience of an acquaintance.

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Hidden

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A Drabble is an extremely short work of fiction exactly one hundred words in length. The purpose of the drabble is brevity and to express interesting and meaningful ideas in an extremely confined space.

The gloom in the room was so thick that it was almost palpable.
Both of them tired from the tireless but futile arguments were now, lost in their own thoughts… thoughts of their little girl who had not come home since last night.
He felt suffocated, so went out.
A brown colored envelope caught his eye.
Carefully, he opened it and saw a strange jumble of letters…








Can you help him unravel this tangled hidden message?

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Escape

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All the best stories are but one story in reality – the story of escape. It is the only thing which interests us all and at all times… how to escape.

Different people aspire to ESCAPE from different thoughts, actions, situations…

  • Escape from Enmity, Envy, Evil Thoughts, proclaimed the Swami Mithyanand, and you shall move from the stresses of everyday life to living a blissful, conflict-free life!!
  • Escape from Selfishness and Sin, preached Mrs & Mr Sharma, constantly… they are the concerned parents of teens.
  • When would we Escape from Child-Labor, Child-Abuse, Child-Marriage, asked Gayatri and Raju, the little children who are much mature for their age because of the harsh vagaries of life thrust upon them.
  • Escape from the Addiction of drugs, smoking, alcohol, power, internet, facebook and its games, is all I seek, said Madhav aka Maddy, the youth. (An afterthought…do I seek that, asked Maddy!)
  • Escape from Poverty and Escape from Prostitution, can I ever do that, asked Radha, the tired village belle who now lives in a ghetto.
  • Escape from being an Escapist, said I, and work towards realizing your dream or aspiration. Within our dreams and aspirations there are endless opportunities… Go seize them!

Cheers 🙂

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Fool

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Ah! A Fool!!…
A Fool??
Yes, a Fool! Lots of them around us. Try telling them something of sense and they’d label you as a fool.
Based on experience, of course, personal, have come to a conclusion that they come in different forms and sizes.
Presenting the various Fools around us (and sure some foolish roles are played with panache by you know who!!):

  • Emotional Fool : They are in abundance. Usually, women are the main contenders for this distinction but I feel, men give equal competition. They say, emotions should be felt and expressed in carefully controlled way and those who are unable to control them are considered as Emotional Fools. Know them??
  • Damn Fool : They are not rare either. They entertain or irritate you with their very stupid ways and acts. Seen them lately?
  • Bloody Fool : They are a shade more intense than the former. So, a bit more deadly.
  • Fortune’s Fool: In Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, just after Romeo kills Tybalt, Romeo exclaims, “O, I am fortune’s fool!”. He meant that “fortune” (chance, bad luck) had played him for a fool by leading him to kill the cousin of his new wife, Juliet.

Hmm…can’t help if your bad luck is bad. Experienced that, eh?

  • Motley Fool : clip_image001These are the professional clowns employed, to entertain a king or nobleman in the Middle Ages and now us in amusement parks and entertainment events/parties. Saw 2 of them in a party early this week, one was the Charlie Chaplin and the other was our very old circus clown. I somehow feel very sad for them.
  • Nobody’s Fool : Nah! They are not fools. They are people who cannot be duped or taken advantage of. I know, you are thinking about whom!!
  • Intelligent Fool : Wondering!! Yes, it seems they come in this intelligent form too. Albert Einstein said, “Any intelligent fool can make things bigger, more complex, and more violent. It takes a touch of genius – and a lot of courage to move in the opposite direction”. Pretty profound!
  • Greater Fool : Actually, it’s a theory and it is a ‘Belief held by one who makes a questionable investment, with the assumption that he/she will be able to sell it later to a bigger fool!! What a great belief!!
  • Gooseberry Fool : You don’t see them around you, but could taste them. Believe me, you will not say “EEEKS” but surely, “Yummy”!! Gooseberry Fool is a dessert made of stewed or puréed gooseberries and fragrant elderflower cordial mixed with cream or custard and served cold.
  • Act the Fool : Oh! Don’t be fooled. They are not fools! But deliberately act silly and are wise enough to play the fool, may be amuse others or for some motive!! Smart chaps, actually! (This categorization comes to you courtesy Venky. Thank you! )

Oh! That’s a lot of Fools for a day!


Leaving you with a funny quote by George W Bush, “You can fool some of the people all the time, and those are the ones you want to concentrate on”!!
Do I see the mirror image of my wicked grin??

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Time Travel

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A minisaga is a short piece of writing containing exactly 50 words.
Minisagas are often used to stimulate creativity, stretch one’s thinking, determine the essential elements of a story, or enhance discipline in writing.

They had an argument… a heated one at that, yet again… like every day.

If only she could go back in time, fix all the problems of the past, their present would be beautiful, she thought.

While he saw his Present to be Past and his Future had begun NOW.

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What If…

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What If….
“What if” is a question and lots of questions are beginning to crop up.
Thinking out loud…

  • What if men got pregnant?
  • What if dinosaurs lived today?
  • What if you were convicted of a crime that wasn’t?
  • What if God was one of us?
  • What if your spouse was cheating on you?what-if
  • What if kids ruled the world?
  • What if Coco Cola had brand extensions like Coca Cola Plus (Coca Cola with Vodka), Coca Cola DS (Coca Cola with Rum), Coca Cola Forte (Coca Cola with Whiskey)…
  • What if your body gave an instant alarm whenever you took an extra calorie of food!
  • What if the doctor had a stroke while performing a surgery on you!
  • What if you could go back in time and “Undo” the mistakes you did.
  • What if, the aliens and monster creatures of sci-fi movies attacked you, the way they do in movies?
  • What if life was a bed of roses.
  • What if there was a crime free world.
  • What if everybody was happy.
  • What if you went on a date to an expensive restaurant and found that your credit card was blocked?
  • What if you could read every body’s thoughts?
  • What if your best friend falls in love with you?
  • What if your doctor looked like Brad Pitt!?
  • What if your father is the next President of the country?
  • What if you are addicted to FarmVille and know about it too?

What if…
Well, I can have a lots of “Ifs” and you can have a lot of “Buts”, but If ifs and buts were candy and nuts, we’d all have a merry Christmas, so until then Happy Blog-a-ton!
Cheers 🙂

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A Drabble : Musings of a Prisoner – (Blog-a-ton 6)

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A Drabble is an extremely short work of fiction exactly one hundred words in length. The purpose of the drabble is brevity and to express interesting and meaningful ideas in an extremely confined space.

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“Last few days!” he thought, as he captured the reds and pinks of his life!

A life, he was sometimes proud of, but mostly full of regrets.

That night in a drunken state, he had raped his daughter! Her pleas and cries didn’t penetrate him. Later, the police woke him and he saw her lifeless body.

“How could I?” echoes incessantly in his ears, still.
Twelve years in this penitentiary, no peace, still.

He thought of his shining career… the fame, fans, money and everything it could buy.

He smiled sardonically, success has a thousand fathers. Defeat is an orphan.

PS : Here, Red signifies the evil and Pink symbolizes the appreciation, admiration,  health, love, joy in our lives.

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