Friday 3 May 2024



The Chair

“I think the chair is too big for him. What do you say?””

“Should we get a new chair? Brand new?”

“I don’t want him to be a soldier? No, never!”

The mother felt a twinge in her heart.  More than a year had passed and still she had not received any confirmation. The suspense was killing her, slowly but surely. Girl’s eyes were brimming with loneliness.

“Don’t be sad, mama. If you want, I will send him to army. Maybe he will find out something for us. Yes, he will.”

A tear was shining on her sunken cheek.


Word count 99

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Tuesday 30 April 2024



The sorcerer was stunned. He had lost his handy boy. He did not regret that loss, because the boy was of no use to him.  He had never intended to teach him sorcery.

But the loss of magic stone was nothing short of a catastrophe. He owed everything to the magic stone; without that stone he was totally powerless.  

‘I will get back my magic stone and teach the boy a lesson that he would never forget,’ he said to himself, his eyes blazing in anger.

The sorcerer had a stable full of alien creatures. He thought that he could use them to find the boy.

The boy was not sitting idle. He knew that the sorcerer will do everything to get back the magic stone. But, the boy felt, he had nothing to worry; as long as he was in possession of the magic stone no harm could come to him.

‘It would be wonderful if I could prevent him from using his brain,’ thought the boy. ‘I can use this stone to turn him into a zombie.’

The boy touched the magic stone and wished, ‘Let the sorcerer become a zombie.’

The sorcerer was giving instructions to the alien creatures. He would burn them all, he said, if they came back without the boy. But then suddenly all thoughts were swept away from his brain.

He did not even recognise the boy who was standing before him. The boy was holding a yellow stone in his one hand.


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Today’s letter Z




Monday 29 April 2024


Yellow Stone

The sorcerer was angry. Since morning he had been frantically searching for something. But he was not able to find what he was looking for. And that made him angrier.

The novice had a suspicion that the sorcerer was looking for the stone and that made him fearful.

“Did you enter my chamber? Did you touch anything?” the sorcerer screamed at the novice.

“No,” he mumbled. The sorcerer knew that he was lying.

“Who could have taken it? No one can dare!” he shouted and glared at the young boy.


“My magic stone, I can’t find it anywhere……… Oh, hell! I am undone.”

“You…. mean…. that…. yell…. yellow stone…...”

“Yellow stone!” the sorcerer screamed. “How dare you call it yellow stone? You idiot, I will kill you…...” and then it occurred to him that the novice knew about his missing magic stone. “You took it? I know you have it. Where is it?”

The novice had found that stone under the dining table when he was cleaning the floor. He wanted to learn sorcery but the sorcerer had made him his handy boy, performing petty domestic chores, from sunrise to sunset.

The stone had nothing interesting about it except the colour. It was bright yellow in colour.  

The novice had not even heard of a thing called magic stone. He cleared that stone along with the garbage.  But, as an afterthought, he pocketed the stone and, as per the instructions, burnt rest of the things.

Right hand of the novice slipped into his pocket. He touched the stone and wished he could vanish from that place.

And he vanished.


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Today’s letter Y



Saturday 27 April 2024



“No, I don’t suffer from xenophobia. And if you don’t know, only homo sapiens suffer from this sickness. We don’t.”

“Then why don’t you come with me? We have never travelled in an aircraft. We must, at least once.”

“But I am scared of x-rays. You can’t board an aircraft unless you pass through an x-ray machine.”

“That’s an excuse you have just thought of now. You know we can fool any machine. But if you are xenophobic……...…”

“No!” she shouted as loudly as she could. “I am not and, if you insist, I will come with you but if the x-rays expose us, you would be responsible.”

They arrived at the airport masquerading like Indians.  The woman watching the scanning machine was shocked to see the scan when one of them passed through the scanner.

“She must be an alien? No, she is a witch,” she mumbled. She asked the woman to step aside.

She glared at her friend and vanished.

Her friend wanted to scream. But she did not. Instead, she followed her companion into their invisible world.  


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Today’s letter X


Friday 26 April 2024


Wonky Witch

The witch believed that she was being very generous. She had suggested that she could turn all villagers into rats instead of vermin.

“Aren’t rats vermin?” asked a little kid.

“No, they are not,” shouted the witch. She was very angry with the villagers. They had not come out to give her a befitting reception when she arrived there. She had come to that village to meet an old friend.

“Don’t do anything silly, you will regret it,” her friend tried to reason with the witch, “You don’t know but I have……”

“Stop advising me……. you are just a friend……not my wicked mother,” the witch shouted at her friend. “Remember, I never forget an insult and I always punish the person who insults me.”

“You are a wonky witch! Shame on you,” said the little kid.

“Kid, you shouldn’t have said that. Now I won’t be generous……...each one of you will become filthy vermin,” and she started spewing a stream of unintelligible words.

Then she smiled a witchy smile and looked at assembled people.

She was shocked; they were laughing at her. They had turned into vermin.

“I warned you but you didn’t listen to me, now even I can’t help you,” her friend said ruefully.   

The friend picked up a small rat who was looking at her and squeaking frantically.

Her witchcraft had turned the wonky witch into a rat.


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Today’s letter W





Trapped in a Tree



‘Why did you talk about it to mama? Idiot! Will you never grow up?’ Pinti shouted at Rinku who was just four years old. Pinti was six years older but he was already acting like a teenager.

Rinku was a docile kid but today he was by appalled by Pinti’s outburst.

‘I will tell mama, every time.’ Rinku refused to be cowed down.

Pinti pushed him towards the old tree in the backyard.

‘Do you see that owl?  I trapped him in the tree trunk. If you do not obey me, I will trap you there with the owl.’



Word count 100

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Thursday 25 April 2024



“Papa, please, can’t we go a bit faster. Otto is playing his last match; I’ve to watch it live.”

They reached their home and Pinti ran up the stairs, he unlocked the door. As he stepped in, he heard the sound of music.

TV was on.

“Did you leave the TV on, mama?”

“No, but I think you were watching the TV. Didn’t you….?"

“Yes……...yes, you’re right. But I am sure I switched it off.”


It was 1 a.m. Pinti was reading a book and everyone else was asleep. Pinti suddenly heard sounds coming from TV room. Someone had switched on the TV.

Pinti jumped and rushed to the TV room. TV was on but there was no one in the room. He was mystified. He switched off the TV and unplugged its wires.

Next morning, he told his parents about this incident, “Something funny is happening here.”

“Perhaps there is ghost in our home. He likes watching TV,” his father said and laughed.

“It’s possible,” Pinti said. “But it is foolish of this ghost to come to our home. I think I can teach him a lesson.”

“And how would you do that?”

“I will make him watch ghost movies,” said Pinti. “Only last week I downloaded a horrifying movie, ‘Vendetta’ Even a ghost will be terrified, if he watches it.”


At 12 a.m.  Pinti switched on the TV and attached his USB drive to play the horror movie.

Suddenly he felt that he was not alone in the room. He looked around but there was no one there.

“What does it mean? Vendetta?” Pinti heard a husky voice.

Pinti lost his nerve. He tried to run back to his bedroom but he could not move; he felt that an invisible but powerful hand had grabbed his right arm.



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Today’s letter V