Phone call

from my diary " Far from O. Henry and Maupassant"

Agony.

I got a call from my publishers in the morning.

"Sir, we have a complaint about your stories.They are too long. Please write small stories. Our readers are of small scale literature.They don't have time at all"

Really?. Then I will tell you a small story right now on the phone .publish it."

"OK sir"

" Once a girl lived in this world.Till yesterday.She died yesterday on the street in Delhi at about eleven thirty five in the night. Think yourself about how she died.It is up to you. I leave it to your conscience..here ends my story"

"OK? publish it."

"OK sir .Thanks.Thanks a lot"

"See you bro. Take care.Bye"

I prepared and went to Delhi to attend my dearest DEAREST sister's funeral with agony.

Reviews

[M.A.Rathore]

Wow! What a pathatic purgation at the end! The story blends humour with irony. Though the story is short and simple yet it has a tragic end with realistic denouncement. The pathos makes us to think over what happened with your sister at Delhi.The climax let us keep in a deep and sorrowful state.
Yea! A fine story too.
Keep writing..
Have a blessed day!

[harishbabu]

thanks sir for the reviews

[M.A.Rathore]

Welcome akways...

[jjwilbourne]

This is dark and touching at the same time. I also like that it's a very short story and the story starts with someone complaining about lengthy stories. very interesting.

[harishbabu]

Thanks jjwilbourne for the review

[Avanthika]

at the end it was heart touching , i wonder whether it really happened, if so , i am so sorry.

[harishbabu]

thnx Avanthika for review.