The cafe was swarming with young blood.
Androids and IPhone kept the fingers busy while they relished piping hot
caramel flavoured Mocha and frothy Latte. Amidst this chaos of drinks and
technology, and humans, was Avni, relaxing on a comfortable sofa, surrounded by
non-stop chatter of her friends.
Androids and IPhone kept the fingers busy while they relished piping hot
caramel flavoured Mocha and frothy Latte. Amidst this chaos of drinks and
technology, and humans, was Avni, relaxing on a comfortable sofa, surrounded by
non-stop chatter of her friends.
She listened
to Akash, passionately talking about his tweet that made to an international online
e-magazine, while Sumit’s article on women emancipation was top pick of the day
by another popular website. No doubt their writing was excellent and she
respected their talent, but to her, they were just Couch Activists. She didn’t
voice her opinion. That would be rude. Instead she offered a smile and dropped
in few compliments.
to Akash, passionately talking about his tweet that made to an international online
e-magazine, while Sumit’s article on women emancipation was top pick of the day
by another popular website. No doubt their writing was excellent and she
respected their talent, but to her, they were just Couch Activists. She didn’t
voice her opinion. That would be rude. Instead she offered a smile and dropped
in few compliments.
Her knuckles
were still sore, from the punches she had volleyed on the sandbag. Yet the
thrill of reality was something else. He was on the newspaper today, fourth
page, bloody eyed and broken nose. Some reporter fellow had found him just
where she had kicked his sorry a$$. As expected, he stated that a group of
drunken men had attacked him. She could only roll her eyes. He was too ‘manly’
to accept a pounding from a girl, for a crime he tried to commit.
were still sore, from the punches she had volleyed on the sandbag. Yet the
thrill of reality was something else. He was on the newspaper today, fourth
page, bloody eyed and broken nose. Some reporter fellow had found him just
where she had kicked his sorry a$$. As expected, he stated that a group of
drunken men had attacked him. She could only roll her eyes. He was too ‘manly’
to accept a pounding from a girl, for a crime he tried to commit.
“I need
to work on my round kick more, it came in handy”, she thought.
to work on my round kick more, it came in handy”, she thought.
“You
still here with us”, Simi’s voiced broke her reverie.
still here with us”, Simi’s voiced broke her reverie.
“Sorry,
what were you asking?”
what were you asking?”
“How was
your Friday night?”, Simi loudly enunciated each word.
your Friday night?”, Simi loudly enunciated each word.
“Naaah nothing
interesting”, Avni replied blankly.
interesting”, Avni replied blankly.
This wasn’t
the first time and it won’t be the last. She calmly sipped her hot chocolate,
sinking into her world, wrapped by shadows of silence.
the first time and it won’t be the last. She calmly sipped her hot chocolate,
sinking into her world, wrapped by shadows of silence.
This week’s prompt at Blog-A-Rhythm is by yours truly 🙂
Shadows of Silence – my favorite phrase ever 🙂
U r an excellent blogger raj and ur writings fresh and new. The words you chose are so precisely written that it fill ones mind with picturesque behind them. Kindly write more on women issue
U r genius raj, woving each words in such a precise form. Ur writings are fresh and unique. Kindly write more on women's issues.
Gutsy lady but yes round kicks do come in handy. Loved the prompt Raj.
Fantastic story, Rajlakshmi! So many angles to the whole thing so nicely woven into this little tale. Hats off to Avni, of course. And hats off to you, the writer who brings Avni to life.
Good for her, for defending herself! Stories about strong women are always appreciated. ☺
Excellent story
I am Avni actually 😛
Wah…I imagined I was her 😛
Very nice story, Raj. We need more Avnis here, don't we? 🙂
Silent doers… such a rare breed, now-a-days. Wonderfully narrated story… so many interesting elements! Liked it a lot!
Love your story Raj: great take on the prompt. Seems like he deserved to be kicked in the butt! 😉 <3
Ahh well those who do don't speak much and those who speak a lot rarely do much 🙂
How awful. Glad she knew how to defend herself.