Assorted Tales

This is a collection of Micro-Fiction

The Tomb Stone

While going on the road, I came across a shop making tomb stones. I wondered what my epitaph will be? Will it be a fancy one? Will it be something nominal? Should it be like this: here is an eulogy for a free spirit. A life well lived. No sorrows, no regrets. Homage to the departed soul. Or should it be like this: never lived, never died, was on planet earth for a short life. I don’t know.

Scarecrow

Scarecrows are usually planted in fields to ward of birds. But here in my village when new buildings are being constructed, a scarecrow is erected to ward off the evil eye.

The Lottery

I used to buy lotteries and I used to convert their letters and digits into numbers and then I anticipate that it will be lucky for me. Then again, I ask God to help me. Now I realize that I have to  leave the entire lottery into God’s hands. Today I have done so and I hope that a blessing will favor me as luck.

God

There was a Professor of mine who said in class: God is only a set of ideas. Then one day I visited his room and to my surprise, I saw many pictures of Hindu Gods and Goddesses. Then I realized the folly of his statement.

The Coin

While in school days: we used to walk on the railway track. Then we used to put coins on the track and see the changes that go through them after a train had passed that way. The coins would be flattened to pulp and their markings erased. We used to pick it up with relish.