Queen Harshita looked at the fort once again.

It was the best sea facing fort ever built, she thought. It had won accolades for being invincible. It had the formidable mountain to watch it’s back and vantage opening towards the gulf. Naval ships were well appointed at the strategic points.

But, time now had come.

Sensing the dilemma in her mind, Lieutenant Vedant requested, “May I, Her Highness?”

Queen Harshita raised her arm to stop him.

Looking straight into the eyes of the Queen, Prime Minister Isha investigated, “Any hesitation?”

There was a pregnant pause.

Queen Harshita fired the canon aiming straight at the heart of the fort, they had built passionately. Soon the army followed the suit. The fort came crumbling down in no time.

As the sound of the firecrackers died, gang of the boys and girls were heard shouting with much joy, “Din Din Diwali”

This story is a dedicated to my childhood memory of making and breaking “Killa”( i.e. fort) during Diwali. Come Diwali, we used to build the mud forts and develop scenery around it. To make it invincible we created mountains at its back, out of rocks and bricks and would cover it with Gunny bags. Spreading soil over it, we then would sprinkle fast growing seeds on it. Regular watering resulted into green covering on the mountains, reminiscing the forests. Trenches were dug in front of the fort and water was flown into it. We kept the plastic crocodiles and ships in it! The fort used to be appointed with miniatures of canon, soldiers, farmers and what not. There used to be competition amongst the groups to build the best fort. Competitions were also held in the town for the best fort. On the last day of Diwali, the fort used to be bombed with firecrackers. And it was this moment which was the hardest of all. Once the first cracker is thrown at the fort, rest of the gang used to follow the suit. In the end, everyone used to shout, “Din Din Diwali”

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Word Count: 148

This is my contribution to #FridayFotoFiction by Tina and Mayuri


Meenakshi · January 19, 2018 at 5:04 pm

Haha….what an ending ,Angha.You are indeed a master…err…mistress of endings 🙂

    Anagha Yatin · January 20, 2018 at 5:04 pm

    Thats very kind of you! Thank you so much Meenakshi for supporting me wholeheartedly.

Mayuri6 · January 19, 2018 at 5:05 pm

Such an adorable story! I loved the way you linked the prompt to your childhood memory!
Thank you for writing for #FridayFotoFiction, Anagha ❤

    Anagha Yatin · January 20, 2018 at 5:06 pm

    It was a direct connect of sorts when I first checked the prompt. I am glad that you liked the story Mayuri. Thank you for visiting and appreciating as always.

writershilpa · January 19, 2018 at 5:19 pm

I remember seeing the forts built by my cousins and friends.. How I loved them! Such a sweet tale Anagha! Revived my childhood memories! ❤

    Anagha Yatin · January 20, 2018 at 5:07 pm

    Thanks Shilpa for visiting and sharing your thoughts. Visiting childhood memories is suppa fun, isnt it?

mahekg · January 19, 2018 at 5:25 pm

Its so difficult to destroy things we built with our heart..

    Anagha Yatin · January 20, 2018 at 5:08 pm

    Manisha, you echoed the feelings of Queen Harshita. Thanks for visiting and highlighting its essence!

BellyBytes · January 19, 2018 at 5:42 pm

Oh I remember those killas. I’ve just done it once in my childhood when we lived in a bungalow in Pune. The rest of my growing up years were in a flat where killas were out of the question. What a lovely story. Last year I bought the figures fromj Kumbharwada ( Pune) for my grandsons but they still have to make the fort! Perhaps this Diwali …..

    Anagha Yatin · January 20, 2018 at 5:13 pm

    Kumbhar ves does come alive during Diwali! But the potters there charge just too much for the figures. But I think that the only season when they can earn a fair share.
    And if you are making a killa this Diwali, do let me know. I will happily join in!

      BellyBytes · January 20, 2018 at 6:10 pm

      I actually bought the figures much before Diwali. In fact the craftsman hadn’t even finished all of them .
      And the killa – it’s up to my grandsons and their mother ….

rashimital · January 19, 2018 at 10:23 pm

aww… this is such a cure story, Anagha. I loved the way it ended and how you connected it to your memory. plus, I really loved the names of the characters and their designations (lols). I was wondering why Indian names. But i was answered when read the after thoughts. Super take, Anagha. You really write extremely well. 🙂

    Anagha Yatin · January 20, 2018 at 5:19 pm

    Hahaha… agree you Rashi that Indian names appeared little out of place. But you know what, this is what we used to call each other in those days.
    Thank you so much for appreciating my take and for the kind words dear. I reciprocate the same feelings for you and look forward to reading your posts.

      rashimital · January 25, 2018 at 5:52 pm


sukrisblog · January 20, 2018 at 12:22 pm

This is such a sweet story. I do remember we used to make such castles whenever we visited beaches. It used to be so much fun enjoying the sea waves and building castles on sand. A wonderful take on the prompt.

    Anagha Yatin · January 20, 2018 at 5:21 pm

    Making castles on beach always has its own share of fun filled times. Thanks Sudha for visiting and sharing your experiences.

Geethica · January 20, 2018 at 8:57 pm

I also liked to make sand castles when small. I always wanted to live near the beach where I could play all day and night with sand.

    Anagha Yatin · January 24, 2018 at 8:19 pm

    Come over to Mumbai some time Geethica. We will have suppa fun building castles on the beaches here. Thanks for visiting and sharing your desires!

Suja · January 20, 2018 at 10:31 pm

This story is really awesome. Especially I love the story flow. It was keep on changing and the ending was just perfect.

    Anagha Yatin · January 21, 2018 at 7:09 am

    Thank you Suja for visiting and appreciating. Glad you liked it.

Zainab · January 20, 2018 at 11:50 pm

Really a nice take on the prompt! You are so good with words 🙂

    Anagha Yatin · January 21, 2018 at 7:11 am

    Thanks Zainab for praises, I am obliged. Happy that you liked it. Thanks for visiting.

Alana Mautone (@RamblinGarden) · January 21, 2018 at 3:45 am

That was certainly a surprise ending for me. In my country (the United States) children living near the beach would build sand castles and then destroy them. Great fun!

    Anagha Yatin · January 21, 2018 at 7:17 am

    Thanks Alana for visiting. Killa (fort) making tradition is followed in states of Maharashtra and Karnataka of India. Being from Maharashtra, I had enjoyed it as a child.
    Glad you liked the story.

Shalzzz · January 21, 2018 at 10:47 am

Whoa! I start reading your posts and then I look forward to its end because you always come up with something as dramatic as this! Awesome, Anagha 🙂
Something’s Cooking

    Anagha Yatin · January 21, 2018 at 6:54 pm

    Thank you so much Shalini for the kind words. Glad you liked it. Thanks for visiting.

wendy · January 22, 2018 at 4:16 pm

very surprising ending like the way you have written the article thanks for sharing

    Anagha Yatin · January 23, 2018 at 8:35 am

    Thank you Wendy for visiting and for appreciation. Glad you loved the surprise at the end!

Tina Basu · January 24, 2018 at 11:04 am

awww that was such a cute story!! I love how you ended it!

    Anagha Yatin · January 24, 2018 at 8:20 pm

    Thank you Tina for the appreciations. Thanks for visiting.

Meha Sharma · January 25, 2018 at 8:55 pm

Loved the narration Anagha! Great writing always. I so look forward to your posts.You have a way with words and a distinct voice.

vishal · January 31, 2018 at 10:36 pm

This story is really awesome.

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