Excursions by Amit Gawande

Roy leaned in towards Mary - the stick missed his neck by a feather and shattered into pieces against the wall. The noise jerked Roy from his trance. He peered outside - a shadowy figure was murkily visible, running away.

Was that Gina? Or was it his selective memory? #mbnov

Sat, Nov 16, 2019 flashfiction prompt

Disney+ must have affected the productivity of so many nerds in the US. And many families too. The back catalog is full of so much binge-worthy content. Hours of Star Wars, Marvel. And of course, nostalgia-enducing original Disney shows and movies. Nice!

Fri, Nov 15, 2019 thoughts

Motorola Razr looks cool and has its unique twist on foldable screen. A regular screen folding into a smaller one is a usecase that might work better than regular to tablet sized one. But it is the cost that makes it not-for-all yet. Still experimental - so not for sale almost.

Thu, Nov 14, 2019 thoughts

Roy couldn’t believe Mary stood, in flesh, before him. But then who else was staring back at him? Had he been able to convince Mary to stay back then? Could she?

Same questions crowded his daughter’s mind in a flash - as she saw the throwing stick cross the window. #mbnov

Wed, Nov 13, 2019 flashfiction prompt

He wished he could reach outside the window and feel the touch he dearly missed. He did stretch his hand outside the window. He did feel the raindrops spattering against his palms. But it was the touch he felt on his back that startled him.

It was undoubtedly Mary’s. #mbnov

Tue, Nov 12, 2019 flashfiction prompt

I recently was stuck with a prompt, I just couldn’t come up with a satisfying subplot. I asked my 6-year-old daughter to tell me a story about space”. This is her story — I believe she has a lot better plot. She always beats me with her creativity and freedom of thought.

Mon, Nov 11, 2019 thoughts

The Aging Spaceship

Note: I was recently held back by the 10th prompt of Microblogvember. I couldn’t come up with a satisfying subplot. I asked my 6-year-old daughter to tell me a story about space. This is her short story — I believe she has a better plot than what I could come up with. She always beats me with her creativity and freedom of thought.


There once was an old spaceship. No one used it. Everyone wanted to use the new spaceship. The new spaceship had too many lights and it flew fast. So all new people wanted to use the new spaceship.

Some old people were talking once how they wished they could go to space and see the stars from close. The old spaceship heard them, it felt sad. So it took them to space. It showed them the stars and the moon. The old people felt very happy.

Some young boys did not like those old people were also going to space. So they stole the old spaceship and hid them. The old people felt very sad that their friend was stolen. So they searched for the old spaceship everywhere. But they did not find it.

One day they got an idea. They announced to the young boys that they have got a very new spaceship. They should come and take it from them. The young boys came to take the new spaceship. But they fell and all the old people held them.

The young boys got afraid and gave the old spaceship back to them. The old people were happy that got their friend back. Now they went to space every day with the old spaceship.

Mon, Nov 11, 2019 fiction prompt

Roy gazed out at the nippy darkness outside. The surrounding wasn’t deserted, but he felt desolate within. He wished he’d lend Mary the space she needed when the time was still at his hands.

The darkness that spread outside was stretching itself toward’s Roy’s mind. #mbnov

Sun, Nov 10, 2019 flashfiction prompt

Roy relished the cold weather, more so if brought on by a persistent drizzle. A gentle wind wafting through the air carried few droplets along. He moved closer to the window, closed his eyes and soaked in the light sprays of rainwater. The atmosphere made him call Mary. #mbnov

Sat, Nov 9, 2019 flashfiction prompt

When life clasps you in the grinds, holds you down with sheer pressure of existence, when you feel insignificant, look up to the stars. Billions of them, doing exactly the same thing day in, day out. Doesn’t make one shine less brighter.”

Mary’s words made Roy smile. #mbnov

Fri, Nov 8, 2019 flashfiction prompt

I have now watched 4 episodes of The Morning Show and I have to say it has grown on me with every episode. It started rough but I think it has slowly picked up the pace. I have to disagree with critics - this show may not be great television, but it may work. 🎥

Fri, Nov 8, 2019 thoughts

I finally set my data with Google to self-destruct after every 3 months - the lowest amount possible. So my web and app activity will be automatically purged. I have cleaned by YouTube history post my recent digital detox and have set the future data to be auto-purged every 3 months. I do not allow Google to collect my location history and I would not till they allow me to do that.

Does that ensure that I am protected from the data hoarding habits of Google? I am not sure about that. But I want to make it as much difficult as am allowed.

My recent switch to Android has already made this very difficult. Google signs itself up for too many permissions and starts collecting data from me, irrespective of whether I want it to or not. The least I can do is to remove that data as soon as possible. I am sure Google must already extract as much information about me as possible. After all, it is not about the raw data, but about the aggregations.

So then do I have a problem with Google owning data about me or Google knowing me? In an ideal world I would avoid both. However, I do not think I can do the later (given my current usage pattern). I want to at least use the privacy controls that Google has made available to the fullest.

I believe anyone who has a Google account should do this. It does not matter how often you use any of the myriad of Google services. Keep checking your Google activity every so often and tweak those controls.

Fri, Nov 8, 2019 update privacy

She was sure she‘d be full with all sorts of expressions once the throwing stick crossed the window. But she wasn’t aware that what followed would be frightening, especially for her. It was, as the death she hurled was flying straight towards Roy leaning in to kiss Mary. #mbnov

Thu, Nov 7, 2019 flashfiction prompt

She looked patiently at Roy’s window. She was getting herself ready for this moment for quite some time now - and she believed she was ready now. Roy appeared at the window. A throwing stick left her hand and flew straight at him. She wished it did not boomerang empty. #mbnov

Wed, Nov 6, 2019 flashfiction prompt

She stood at the corner of the street, closely monitoring the surroundings. She tracked Roy as he sauntered towards his home. She saw him walk up the stairs towards his door, pause momentarily and enter nonchalantly. A wry smile spread across her face. #mbnov

Tue, Nov 5, 2019 flashfiction prompt

What pisses me off the most with Google’s Fitbit acquisition is the fact that Fitbit kept the fitness data always private, on their own servers. No way to even sync it with Apple Health. And now the only way to not share it with Google is to lose it all? That’s so wrong.

Mon, Nov 4, 2019 thoughts

I intend to blog on each day during the month of November — and as a challenge, I wanted that post to be a flash fiction series. So I am writing a section every day as a response to the mbnov prompts. The posts tagged so are part of the larger story, do read along here.

Mon, Nov 4, 2019 thoughts

You don’t always have to be mean to others, Roy”. It was only a couple of weeks back when his fight with Mary got too heated. And nothing has been the same since. Even today he doesn’t remember what exactly happened that day. And even today Mary’s nowhere to be found. #mbnov

Mon, Nov 4, 2019 flashfiction prompt

Roy’s Abode is not fancy,” he was known to assert, but it’s lively.” For a place that he occupied alone since Mary left him forever, it felt uncharacteristically lively even to him. The aura made Roy restless. A sudden, but gentle puff nudged the door closed behind him. #mbnov

Sun, Nov 3, 2019 flashfiction prompt

He gawked at the unshut door. Was it his fuzzy memory playing games with him again? Wasn’t it only today that he’d locked his home? He stressed his mind to limits, but couldn’t recall. He gave up and entered the home, having missed a small but clear X mark on the door. #mbnov

Sat, Nov 2, 2019 flashfiction prompt