Hold My Hand

This post has been published by me as a part of Blog-a-Ton 57; the fifty-seventh edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with ​Madhu Vajpayee, the author of Seeking Redemption and Shades Publications, the publisher of Friendship- Bonds Beyond Time.

He closed the gate, stood there, looked on his right, and then on his left. On seeing a speeding car, he said, “Hold My Hand”. She didn’t.

“Hold My Hand, dear. Let’s cross.” He repeated his words. She didn’t. He turned back to shout at her. And on seeing the word at the gate, “Graveyard,” he realized that she is no more. A teardrop escaped from his left eye.

He wiped off the tear and walked across the road. In the midway, he felt her fingers in his, it was… her soul. Her soul smiled and he smiled.

“Together forever!”

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The Secret

This post has been published by me as a part of Blog-a-Ton 56; the fifty-sixth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write.

On hearing an unfamiliar scream, he rushed inside the room. His lovable wife, looked at him and the new-born angel, and whispered, “I will…”

He waited her to complete the sentence, but on the seeing blank lines in the heart monitor, his heart skipped a beat.

The doctor held his hands and said, “We could not save your wife. Sorry.” Tears poured down from his eyes. The nurse gave him his angel, and the doctor asked him follow the process to complete the formalities.

And what she wanted to say remained a secret till her daughter published her debut novel.

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When Journey Meant More Than Destination

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 25; the Silver Edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The topic for this month is ‘When Journey Meant More Than Destination’.


Serial Murder, Big Shots are targeted!

‘What is your take on the article Sid? Have you taken any steps?’ DSP Rajesh shot his questions.

‘The murderer never left any clues.’

‘This is not an expected answer from the ACP who closed 20 cases successfully.’ he shouted on my face, I kept silent.

‘What could be the motto?’ he yelled,

In the journey of hunting people destinations are undefined

‘Get Lost.’ he banged on the table!

The journey to clear junks that sipped the blood of people is more than destinations. The Police… The Killer… Perfect Combo!’ My words in silence!

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Info:- A drabble is an extremely short work of fiction of exactly one hundred words in length