Monday, November 4, 2013

Flash Fiction


Smita sat there facing the mirror, blushing all along as women and  girls of all age surrounded her. Some giving the finishing touches to her make up while some gladly teasing her about how the groom looked that night.

Just then Avni entered the room to call everyone out. Noticing the bride she called out naughtily, “ Just look at yourself Dadi Maa! It’s your 50th Anniversary  and you are shying like a first timer!”. And Smita just blushed deeper at her grand daughter’s words, while Avni laughed out loud enveloping her in an affectionate hug.