The Innocent

They came out to join her as she waited, hands on her tense shoulders. It’d been ages since she’d been allowed to meet him. Today they’d finally given in to her pleas.

When she saw him coming, she ran to him sobbing, “Dada!!! I miss you so much!” He swallowed hard, holding her tight in arms that were ordinary except for a band of lighter coloured skin on one finger. There once was a ring there; matching one the woman at the door used to wear.

Looking upwards, bitterly he asked, “Why, God, are the innocent always the hardest hit?”


Written for Indispire – 68 hosted on – “Do you have questions for God?” #QuestionsForGod


It was a tight squeeze but for once in her life, she was glad she was scrawny. It was getting dark and she knew it wouldn’t be long before he gave up the search. Finally, after weeks of constant humiliation, today she would have her moment of triumph.

But suddenly the seeker pounced on her shouting, “Wrong day to wear those luminous yellow socks of yours kid!

Curses…foiled again!



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Okay…so maybe not the traditional use of the word luminous. But, it’s one of the correct uses right? Written for Lillie McFerrins Five Sentence Fiction. You can check out the fabulous other contributions here.

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UBC25: Komal

Today, newspapers are full of horrific cases of child molestation, abuse and rape. Sadly, it’s quite likely that this been going on forever. Not all victims of such heinous acts have came forward; probably because they were scared into believing that it was their fault and possibly at that time, they were unsure if what had happened was right or wrong.

This video clearly explains the difference between a safe touch and an unsafe touch. At last, the dire need of a video like this has been fulfilled. It’s simple, clear, educational and easily understandable for young children. It also gives them and their parents a number to call (1098) if they are ever, God forbid, in a situation like that.

Show it to your children today! They need to be made them aware!



UBC20: Following that dream

When I was about eleven or twelve, I started keeping a diary. But, I didn’t write about my day. I wrote poetry, short essays, stories and scripts instead and when I was fifteen, I printed them all and spiral bound them in something I called “The literary works of Preeti Farias – Part 1” ( Fancy title don’t you think 🙂 ). Even though my parents thought I had a decent bit of talent and I was encouraged to write; the idea was to treat it as a hobby, never as a career. It was looked at as something I could do when I was forty-five, had earned a fair bit, and had chosen to retire early from a regular job. The regular job for me (since I had no interest in medicine or engineering) is a finance one. So, I write on the side.

Today, parents are a little more accepting of “alternate” careers. Photography, journalism, anchoring TV shows, music, writing were all career-390757_1280supposed to be hobbies when I was growing up. But, it’s changing. These days, a lot of people with insistent parents end up pursuing professional courses only to start doing what they are passionate about once they are through. They end up having the added benefit of having the more “acceptable” degree to fall back on in case it doesn’t work out like they want.

True, it might be a while before just about any child of Indian descent can walk up to her/his parents and say s/he wants to be a chef in a restaurant or something like that but, there is hope! The tide is turning and I honestly think that the drive to follow dreams is thriving in the new generation.


Written for IndiSpire on Indiblogger as well as for the Ultimate Blog Challenge