Short Story Archive for Contemplative:


Need no soapbox, pulpit stands.

Scrupulously scrutinizing innards often emerge, wanting.

Have made peace with what is.  why the heck not.

It’s always been about the journey never destinations.

Measuring of self by self is tedious activity and am the queen of lazybones a sobriquet given by dad long time ago.

Life, ultimate teacher helps develop thick skin, stiff upper lip, clear eyes, bright smile and a tongue often teetering on the acerbic ready to fall off the wagon, honed by growing years’ litany of fending off wounding words drawing first blood and so forth…

I am no teacher, merely a ticking time bomb ready to go off in eternal sleep to awaken in a gentler world filled with kindred spirits, goodies of my choice.

Why ever not? no harm in there?

Bina Gupta
age : years 59.99 + shipping and handling

First January 2015

I can offer many platitudes, pros cons and other sops, yet world and events are what they are, and even when I see and hear all the awful news- current and old and even when my eyes and heart get grief laden and I formulate a lot of scathing chides but they all simply fizzle out when I stand before God- only words that come to mind are: You know best what you are up to and
quietly back away, serene and light of heart –
sue me now,
but that’s how it plays out
each and every time

words, words and words

romancing words, they still have the power to undo in such a way that except for ‘feeling tad chagrined, having to eat them from time to time, still being stubborn I feel if I had to do it over, I’d still roundly declare whatever I feel, felt at that given moment honestly instead of hoarding stuff in my heart –
life’s like that and words can and do
move and shake



Vacant Eyes-One sentence story

Vacant Eyes

She sat at the table pecking at the food before her not wanting to waste yet unable to swallow as her eyes became moist today being their sixtieth wedding anniversary and the very day her beloved friend guru and partner had departed on his final journey leaving her at the mercy of their two greedy sons who quickly commandeered all the money and properties and left her alone in the nursing home which her beloved had thoughtfully paid for in advance, planning for the unforeseen as was his wont and her pet peeve and she was happy that he had ignored her and gone ahead and she smiled amidst sobs as her eyes welled up once more.


 Words 117


note: remembered Lady Astor- She suffered badly from a ferocious quarrel over her money, featuring her son and grandson. All of New York, for several months, agonized over the thought that this woman should suffer humiliation. Then she was wafted off to one of her estates and was looked after for the last year of her life, and, one hopes, will not be forgotten.- source internet

The Panhandler-one sentence story over 100 words

The Panhandler 

The panhandler seated at his usual perch every few minutes jiggled his paper cup to shake the few coins to attract attention of passersby who scurried past him as if he was a statue in their line of vision, best ignored except for that one old lady who without fail psyched herself to walk down that cobbled sidewalk as a daily ritual to coax her aging limbs to move as she was afraid that if she did not they too would desert her like her children and she never failed to drop a coin in his cup to receive his grateful blessing. 

 Word count: 102


picture from internet

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