55 Fiction: August Rain


Without warning, I come. Without shouting, I fall. I drench the world in emotions, quite unexpectedly. The crows in midflight flee; the sparrows find shelter in the trees. The devouts look up at their Gods; the atheists look up at their clouds.

I wash away the pain. If nothing, I try…

I am August Rain.


 

What is 55 Fiction? It is a fiction story, with all the basic elements of a narrative (plot, characters, setting, conflict), in 55 words or less (A non-negotiable rule). This post was due for some time now, considering the fact that it's about one of my favourite subjects – August Rain.

Comments

  1. PallavMarch 3, 2009 at 9:52 AM

    Hey thst good...
    I am August Rain....
    is really good..

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  2. PallavMarch 3, 2009 at 9:52 AM

    Hey thst good...
    I am August Rain....
    is really good..

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  3. bondgal_rulzMarch 3, 2009 at 12:09 PM

    *I wash away the pain. If nothing, I try.

    Pretty line. Yes , you reda that right. It is a pretty line.

    God! I so miss the rains right now. :(

    And, you are back. :D Lol.

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  4. bondgal_rulzMarch 3, 2009 at 12:09 PM

    *I wash away the pain. If nothing, I try.

    Pretty line. Yes , you reda that right. It is a pretty line.

    God! I so miss the rains right now. :(

    And, you are back. :D Lol.

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  5. Arnab MajumdarMarch 3, 2009 at 12:16 PM

    @ Pallav... It's very motivating to see such prompt following, thanks a lot man!

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  6. Arnab MajumdarMarch 3, 2009 at 12:16 PM

    @ Pallav... It's very motivating to see such prompt following, thanks a lot man!

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  7. Arnab MajumdarMarch 3, 2009 at 12:20 PM

    @ bondgal... Interesting viewpoint, and now that you point it out, it really does seem pretty to me too... And yes, even I miss the rain, which is kind of obvious. It's one topic I love to write about... :)

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  8. Arnab MajumdarMarch 3, 2009 at 12:20 PM

    @ bondgal... Interesting viewpoint, and now that you point it out, it really does seem pretty to me too... And yes, even I miss the rain, which is kind of obvious. It's one topic I love to write about... :)

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  9. ArvMarch 3, 2009 at 3:08 PM

    A Rain's tale... captured in an elegant style :)

    beautiful work mate..

    keep them coming :)

    take care... cheers...

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  10. ArvMarch 3, 2009 at 3:08 PM

    A Rain's tale... captured in an elegant style :)

    beautiful work mate..

    keep them coming :)

    take care... cheers...

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  11. Arnab MajumdarMarch 3, 2009 at 6:40 PM

    @ Arv... Thanks a lot man. I'm trying my best to keep them coming, I hope the college life allows me to continue with it in the same spirit... cheers to that thot!

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  12. Arnab MajumdarMarch 3, 2009 at 6:40 PM

    @ Arv... Thanks a lot man. I'm trying my best to keep them coming, I hope the college life allows me to continue with it in the same spirit... cheers to that thot!

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  13. TaraMarch 3, 2009 at 8:22 PM

    Beautiful beautiful beautiful. :) Very well captured, the soul of the rain. And that's a great concept, 55 fiction, should try it sometime! :)

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  14. TaraMarch 3, 2009 at 8:22 PM

    Beautiful beautiful beautiful. :) Very well captured, the soul of the rain. And that's a great concept, 55 fiction, should try it sometime! :)

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  15. Arnab MajumdarMarch 3, 2009 at 8:26 PM

    @ Tara... Thanks a lot :) this is quite a common concept in blogosphere, and it's great fun to write stuff like this too. Do give it a shot sometime...

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  16. Arnab MajumdarMarch 3, 2009 at 8:26 PM

    @ Tara... Thanks a lot :) this is quite a common concept in blogosphere, and it's great fun to write stuff like this too. Do give it a shot sometime...

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  17. akankshaMarch 3, 2009 at 9:59 PM

    Amazing as always!
    Loved it...Hope I write some 55 fiction soon!

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  18. akankshaMarch 3, 2009 at 9:59 PM

    Amazing as always!
    Loved it...Hope I write some 55 fiction soon!

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  19. Arnab MajumdarMarch 3, 2009 at 10:03 PM

    @ akanksha... This has become one of my favourite styles of writing suddenly. It's the short-and-sweet feel that makes me like it so much I guess. Do write one yourself, you'll see that you enjoy it as well.

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  20. Arnab MajumdarMarch 3, 2009 at 10:03 PM

    @ akanksha... This has become one of my favourite styles of writing suddenly. It's the short-and-sweet feel that makes me like it so much I guess. Do write one yourself, you'll see that you enjoy it as well.

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  21. KartzMarch 4, 2009 at 4:26 PM

    Elegance and simplicity.

    Period.

    Peace.

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  22. KartzMarch 4, 2009 at 4:26 PM

    Elegance and simplicity.

    Period.

    Peace.

    ReplyDelete
  23. Arnab MajumdarMarch 4, 2009 at 7:32 PM

    @ Kartz... you pretty much stated the principles of 55 fiction there. It's quickly become a favourite way of writing for me...

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  24. Arnab MajumdarMarch 4, 2009 at 7:32 PM

    @ Kartz... you pretty much stated the principles of 55 fiction there. It's quickly become a favourite way of writing for me...

    ReplyDelete
  25. •bLue-eyed sOuL•March 6, 2009 at 3:21 PM

    lovely blog!!

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  26. Arnab MajumdarMarch 6, 2009 at 8:25 PM

    @ blue eyed soul... Thanks a lot :)

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  27. Preetilata【惄】March 9, 2009 at 1:28 AM

    very beautiful.

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  28. Arnab MajumdarMarch 9, 2009 at 6:59 PM

    @ Preetilata... Thanks a ton. Haven't seen you around blogsville for a while now, nice to have you back :)

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  29. Arnab MajumdarMarch 9, 2009 at 6:59 PM

    @ Preetilata... Thanks a ton. Haven't seen you around blogsville for a while now, nice to have you back :)

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  30. imperfectMarch 23, 2009 at 5:55 PM

    Ouch. :)

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  31. Arnab MajumdarMarch 23, 2009 at 7:33 PM

    @ Imperfect... Sometimes, not always. :)

    Welcome back... Cheers.

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  32. Arnab MajumdarMarch 23, 2009 at 7:33 PM

    @ Imperfect... Sometimes, not always. :)

    Welcome back... Cheers.

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