Fifty Shades of Puliyo-Grey

Spoon Plates

Puliyogreys have been the part and parcel of every tambrahm upbringings that never cease to be the standard dinner even in the recent times. Those summer holiday epochs of our childhood have always ushered me to the specific timeline where the childhood memories remains intact with such pleasantly unpleasant endeavors.

Those were the summer holiday times at my aunt’s place when P’greys were of abundant supply from the temple. The two families would nonchalantly consume just the voluptuous plates of P’greys for dinner. I would like to mention that the alchemy of making P’greys with excessive tamarind and peanuts does magical things to you at night. If your system doesn’t accept the proportion, then you might have to take a couple of strolls to the loo to cache clean the exorbitant intake.

The hunger which is predominantly dominant before the consumption of this masochistic concoction nevertheless gets conquered at the end of process.

It evokes a sense a deep submission to some unknown force which drops the serotonin levels engulfing us to a nice Trans state called sleep!

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Train or bus journeys have never been complete without the hawkers distributing food packets and frequenting the compartments with open carton full of Fruti-s and Fanta-s and Lays.

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Toothbrush (Tamil)

Toothbrush

மஞ்சள் வெய்யிலின் நிறத்துக்கு ஈடாக நான் சாப்பிட்டுகொண்டிருந்த லெமன் சாதம் பளபளத்துக்கொண்டிருக்க,நான் அதை வெறித்தனமாக கபளீகரம்செய்து கொண்டிருந்ததை அந்த ரயிலின் உள்ள அனைத்து பயணிகளும் கண் இமைக்காமல் பார்த்துகொண்டிருந்த அந்த கண்கொள்ளா காட்சியை வர்ணிக்க எனக்கு வாய் இல்லை.அவ்ளோ பசி. வாய் முழுவதும்சாதம். தொட்டு கொள்ள உருளைக்கிழங்கு சிப்ஸ் பாக்கெட் வாங்கினது ரொம்ப சௌகர்யமாக இருந்தது.

ஒரு அரை மணி நேரமாக,மானை புலி வேட்டை ஆடுவதுபோல் நான் சங்கீதா ஹோட்டலில் வாங்கிய பார்சலை வேட்டை ஆடி கொண்டு இருந்தேன். இரவு சாப்பாடு இனிதே சுபம் அடைந்ததை கொண்டாடும் விதமாக, பையில் வைத்து இருந்தஆரஞ்சு பழச்சுளைகளை உள்ளே தள்ளி விட்டு, உலகமே அதிரவைக்கும் படியாக ஏப்பத்தை விட்டதும் தான் என்னை சுற்றி இருந்த உலகமே எனக்கு புரிந்தது. திருச்சி ஸ்டேஷன் நாளை காலை 5 மணிக்கு வரும் என்று அம்மா சொல்லி இருக்க, காலை சூரியனை கூட கண்டிராத எனக்கு ஐந்து மணிக்கு முழிப்பது என்பது பிரம்ம பிரயத்னம்.

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Short Story: The Sign

“Yes mom, I’m coming home, I’ve taken a week’s off. So I’ll stay there, Yes…OK. See ya” I pressed the End-Call button. After a long time, I’m going back home. Work has ruined my personal life badly. I never found time for any other activity apart from slouching in front of the monitor staring at the chunks of codes. I had informed my manager about my leave. I packed my bags and started towards the station.

I did not book the train tickets, so I had to leave for hometown in the unreserved compartment. The worst part is I have to switch two trains to reach my place. I was wondering if I’ve to go for such an option. I could have very booked the tickets later, but I was so desperate to go home.

I reached the station at 9.30 PM. The station was still crowded. The people are swarming here and there. The train had already arrived. The announcement said that the train number 6203 Mumbai superfast express is going to depart in another 15 minutes.

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Short Story: Weird Dreams

“So tell me Ms. Grace, what’s your problem”

Dr.Purushothaman, Psychiatrist interrogated her with his bald head shimmering in the Tube light’s reflection

“I had a bad dream today. I’m going to die. But do not know how. The dream is actually incomplete” said Grace with worried face.

He has seen many patients with mental disorder and many other cases dealing with dreams. He could understand her. She was yet another patient who has been affected mentally by dreams and this makes her uncomfortable.

“OK, tell me what happened and what did you see in your dream. I’ll try to sort it out” said the doctor.

She started narrating,

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Commitment! (My 55 Fiction)


He was irresistibly staring at the monitor. The code was still running consuming much of the CPU memory.

She was uncomfortable sitting in the cafeteria. Droplets of tears swiped across her rose powdered cheeks.

5 minutes to complete execution.

5 minutes to catch the train.

Successful Execution – Monitor Displayed.

“I’m leaving” – His mobile screen flashed.

This is my First 55 fiction. It has only 55 words. See below the MS Word Statistics as a proof

Well….I had this conception of not being able to form a fiction with just 55 words. But after a lazy Friday afternoon sleep, I sat in-front of my system and opened the MS Word to write about something, just then this thought stuck me,

“Kally, Why don’t you try ur hand on 55 Fiction?”

Then I started keying in the above lines.

The best part is, after a doubtful compilation of above lines, I just re-read those lines. I was quite confident that, it did conveyed a message. But, still I want this to be reviewed by someone. My sis was there at her disposal 🙂 I beckoned her near my system and asked her to give a read and explain what she understood from those lines.

By the time she took some 3 minutes to explain things, it appeared as if she is reading my memory and narrating things exactly as how it was there in my mind.

Wooooooooooooow !!! I pinched both her cheeks with my hands.

That’s enough for me. That itself was a compliment for what I tried to do and what has come out successfully. I do not know whether the above story followed all the criteria of 55 Fiction, but I’m sure that I was able to convey what I wanted to in just 55 words.

There are lot more untold feelings in this story which will be automatically conveyed once u fnish reading this one. Lemme know what did u feel and how my 55 Fiction has turned out.

Is it a or ?

To know more about 55 fiction, visit the link below: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/55_Fiction