Shortcut to paradise – a short, short story

“How long will I have to sit there?”
“Maybe an hour or two. It is a religious gathering.”
The priest reminded the boy of a ballon he had painted in art class.
Round and full of hot-air!
“Pray daily, and you will go to heaven,” the priest said, looking at the boy.
“In heaven, you get anything you want. If you want to eat sweets, you get sweets. If it is sleep you desire, you get to sleep as long as you want….”
That sounded interesting, but the boy had a doubt.
“Is there homework there?” he asked, much to mothers indignation.
“No, you will know everything, so no need to study.”
“When can we come again?” the boy asked on the way home.
“No more religion for you or me,” his mother said, “I have had it with these ignorant gurus.”

Better than cartoons – a short, short story

The boys looked at the clock. It was five past four. Any minute now the door would open.
“Don’t push,” said one as both jostled for a clear view.
Suddenly the doors were flung open.
Thick smoke came out first. Out of the haze, a young man emerged. Long hair, unkempt face, loose shirt, dressed in shorts, the man was their uncle. The man went straight to a dressing table and began applying some powder on his face!
“He gets up at four in the evening and powders his face first!” said a boy laughing.
“Shhh!” said the other as their uncle began brushing his teeth!
Now both started laughing.
“Uncle wakes up at four. What was that smoke in his room!”
“Something that makes him do all this.”
Why watch cartoons during vacations, when you have such characters in your family?

The well-wisher – a short, short story

We were all excited about the journey. Father, mother, sister and I had travelled by train, but for the return had booked air tickets. For my sister and me, it was our first air journey.
“My school teacher is here!” said father.
“Let’s pray,” said the old teacher.
He stood with us around him in a circle.
“O Lord, please grant these people courage to survive the flight. Let there be no mishaps on their way home.”
I could see fathers eyebrows rise at this point.
“Planes crash, O Lord! let them have a safe journey. As they fly over the ocean, let there be no fires. If it crashes, let it be on land and not in the sea…..”
On the flight, my sister threw-up, while I held on to the seat for the entire two-hours.
I am sure our journey would have been fun without that prayer!