It is not love. No, it is not, that I’m sure of. Now when I lie in the bed, beside my husband, I am reminded, yet again, that it is not love. I love my husband, not him. Things have always been like this; something happens urging a wave of memories to hit my shore;… Read More It is not Love-PART (1/2)
I turned 5 yesterday. Instead of blowing candles, I blew dust off of my 2-year-old sister. She didn’t get hurt but got scared and started crying. I calmed her down, I shushed her, I caressed her back, her hairs, but all went in vain. She cried and cried and cried for hours. Pain of a… Read More Will there be a Six?
I was a special kid, I always believed. Even Ms. Braganza used to say- you’re my special child- often. But today, the way I see it, I don’t know if I really am special or special was just a euphemism. After I started becoming a part of social gatherings- by which I mean school- I… Read More An Abandoned Special Kid
Out of thousands of days that you live, some days are special, days that are unforgettable, days that are cherished forever. When I woke up that day, I knew how different it was going to be. After all, it was our anniversary. And, like always, I and Jackson had our plans. Sunrays sneaked in through… Read More Immortal Love
What to say about this story? All I can say is it is the first of my works which had me in tears whilst its creation. ‘Things were going to be fine. Didn’t you say that?’ he said with the same old innocence and recent lucid grief in his eyes. ‘Isn’t it fine, Ron? Look… Read More Arrivederci!
DISCLAIMER- This being the second and last part of this story, I urge you to (if you haven’t) to read the first part, which you can find here, to enjoy the whole story. ‘Finally, I will be home. At my home.’ Maya’s husband rejoiced in the moment when he got to know about his duty being… Read More Will he come back?-PART (2/2)
‘I heard you. I heard you, darling. Daddy is coming home next week.’ Maya said out aloud with her welled up eyes and trembling hands. Maya held her thirteen-year old daughter, Alisha, and hugged her, and both of them relished the moment; none of them said anything but just held each other. Maya’s husband was… Read More Will he come back?-PART (1/2)
Day was humid. The overcast sky had just let the sun to make its appearance. Puddles of mud and accumulated rainwater were here and there on the street of a village in Punjab. The first house on the street was of Rajesh Rao; Rao family, the Hindu family, had been living in that house for… Read More Cage of Independence!
On the night of my birthday, I had a feeling that the moment I step out of bathroom, I’d be stabbed to death.
But…… Read More 23rd brought some more Wisdom!
Mahira always used to wear a black, plain veil; even at her workplace. Nobody ever asked her to not to wear it. She was from Kashmir and had recently shifted to Chennai for her work. But she didn’t shift alone; her husband- what he seemed to, at least, people around- did too. Nobody ever saw… Read More A woman behind the veil
