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WINTER MORNING IN A RIVERSIDE VILLAGE

WINTER MORNING IN A RIVERSIDE VILLAGE Poem: P Anil Prasad
Vibrancy of the morning sun Radiates though the pale yellow sheath of Morning mist and together they Transform the view of valley village Enchanting like a heavenly dream
Bulbul sings harmoniously along with The bubbling and clattering flow of mirror like And cooler than ice water river Still in the ecstasy of nightlong hugging Pleasured with the mighty mountain Make your heart proclaim mad love.
As you walk barefoot in the open The glittering dews on the grass Send in chilling waves of cold shock Into every cell in your lukewarm body And in a shuddering you surpass it Just to swim in the river like a fish
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SEPARATED BY TIME

SEPARATED BY TIME Flash fiction: P Anil Prasad (I wrote this story seven years back. Later it was included in the open story collection 'The Quake and other stories' published in 2012)
Gopu sat in the cab to airport with a swollen heart. His mind hesitated to give up hope and his eyes scanned the streets for Vimala.
During the graduation days, more than two decades ago, Vimala was more than an intimate friend for him. He met her again that day morning among the reporters during a press conference convened by his company. Though their appearance had changed a lot over the years, they were able to recognize each other at the very first sight. Since it was a very importance conference and he was participating along with the chairman of his company, he was not able to have a personal talk with her. She was very active during the press conference and asked a couple of questions to him and the chairman with a hidden smile.
Gopu wanted to stay back at the conference room after the pr…

Bullock Cart

Bullock Cart; The facilitator of fraternity  Poem: P Anil Prasad
When I saw the bullock cart gain First time after many years At the portico of a hotel It was not an abandoned vehicle But it was an old friend!
He was the soulmate And rolled rhythmically on the sandy roads When we walked to and fro school During the late seventies and eighties.
We pushed him forward At the spokes of his wooden wheels When he struggled at steep inclines. Three souls then looked us with gratitude; The cart-man and the bullocks.
We called the cart-man “Chetta” and “Anna” All meant “hi elder brother” in Malayalam. Whenever the cart was empty, The cart-man called us “dai kerikko” meant “hi boy hop on” It was a fraternity facilitated by the bullock cart.
On rainy days he came with Temporary arched-roof made of reed mats We sat on sacks filled with hay Enjoying the music of rain While the bullocks strode in delight.
Now, engine driven vehicles It do not need our helping hands And no more it can facilitate The kind of fraternity we enj…

THEY LOVED HIM!

THEY LOVED HIM! Flash fiction : P Anil Prasad (Written in 2012 and included in the story collection 'The Quake and other stories')
A five member team of junior doctors in the surgery department and a two member anaesthesia team were busy at work in the operating room number five since 6 a.m that day. The first surgery posted for the day was a major one. When the elderly patient fell into a safe and deep sleep, Dr. Arun, the senior anesthesiologist, signalled okay with a confident smile. They all knew it was time to start the surgery!
The junior doctors started the initial procedures expecting the crash-landing of Prof. Narendran, the head of surgery department at any moment from then. They used to call his arrival as crash-landing, because he used to rush into the operation room at the sharp time. On his arrival everybody, except the Anaesthesiologists, would get scolding in the form of very angry murmurs for one reason or another. They all respected him. Perhaps, it was more t…

OBSESSED IN WRITING

 OBSESSED IN WRITING
Flash fiction: P. Anil Prasad (First published in 2012 as open fiction)
“A Friday night. It was raining hard outside. He was alone at that guesthouse, which was in a reserve forest area. Howling wind pounded on the doors. Suddenly everything jolted in a thunderbolt. The power went off. Thick darkness filled in. 
Normally he liked the untamed forces of nature. However, during that time unknown fears overwhelmed his thoughts. He did not know why. 'Human mind behaves strangely at times' - he tried to console himself.
Suddenly a knock heard at the front door. His fears crossed the limit. He knew that no human being other than himself was there at that time. It was also not possible for anyone else to reach the place in such a bad weather.
The knock repeated. It was getting stronger and louder. He did not know what to do.
‘Who…is…that' - somehow he managed to get these much sound out of his gullet.
No answer. 
The knocking continued. An over release of adren…

THE QUAKE

I wrote this story after seeing the very tragic photos of the deadly earthquake that struck the Kerman province of southeastern Iran on December 26, 2003.

THE QUAKE
Short story: P. Anil Prasad

It was the hardest winter in his memory. He shivered severely in the piercingly cold wind as the full Moon peeped through the pale yellow sheath of fog. The view of the village in the moonlight frightened him. The collapsed structures and uprooted trees together reminded him of the giants in the fairy tales. Only relief was a small group of people who were sitting nearby.

Aseem once again recollected the incidents occurred in the morning. He and his twin brother Abed were on their way to School when the massive tremors occurred. Their school was on the other side of the river. To cross the river they had to go over a very old and narrow wooden bridge.

The first and the most deadly tremor occurred just a few seconds after he crossed the bridge. His brother was still crossing the bridge. Suddenly th…

45 IMACIFUTU; LAST CHAPTER OF MY OPEN FICTION IMANOFUTU (VOL.1)

Recent reports from various parts of the world indicate that the production of diesel and petrol vehicles might be stopped by 2030. In this context, I hope you may like to read the last chapter from the vol. 1 of my open fiction series IMANOFUTU published in 2013. The title Imanofutu is the acronym for Imaginary nation of the future.

IMANOFUTU VOL.1, CHAPTER 45
Open Fiction : P. Anil Prasad
It was 2100. The day view of Imacifutu was extremely fearful. It looked like the abandoned cities in fairytale… deadly rays of angry sun burnt it like a furnace!
Imacifutu was the capital of Imanofutu. Till the beginning of twenty first century Imacifutu was very famous as the first planned city in Imanofutu. It was also the most beautiful metro-city that the world had ever seen. In the beginning of twenty first century, eight percent of the total population of Imanofutu was living in Imacifutu.
Imacifutu, as a place rich with fossil fuel deposit, began to rise as the Industrial hub of Imanofutu fro…