micro fiction

Let’s Play Holi

Vinod sat still and looked out of his window. The lockdown was over but his work kept him in the city. His friends were working from home from their hometowns. It was so that his room mate too left him yesterday on long weekend to celebrate Holi with his family on a farmhouse.

Every night!

Save for one, the boys cleared all the tables in the café and left. In the silence he could hear his chest wheezing. He slowly rose from the counter, shuffled to the fridge, fetched a bottle of her favorite syrupy sweet raspberry soda and put it down on the red chequered table cloth. His Delnaz looked at him so lovingly!