Revolution, as Shirley knew deeply, began at home. She knew that the initial spark of rebellion is expressed against the very institution that first teaches your rights. She could not comprehend her parents behavior. They had always told her to follow her heart, do what she loved and when she opted for the political science at Presidency, they chided … Continue reading Assimilation
There he was, waiting for her at the bus stop, with a reassuring smile on his face, wearing his white Nike sneakers and wielding the polished black walking stick. For Anwesha, her grandfather or Ajoba as she called him, was the only one who could answer all her questions eagerly. The others never understood or … Continue reading Walking Back Home
Do you want to have some Coffee, Shiv? Desperately need it. I cried, without even a glance at Ayushi standing at my desk with her pink cup. The transition from college to work is usually a struggle for many. It seemed so, for me too, until I met her through a mutual friend. It is … Continue reading Caffeine..
Dear Reader, Hi How have you been doing? It's been a long time since I spoke to you. I have been in a dilemma, you see. There are these small moments, little things that make me fall in love with her. The rest of the time, it's seems like a great warm friendship. What should … Continue reading What Do You Think?
Who was he? I did not get an answer from anyone. As soon as he walked inside our house, everyone got busy attending to him, especially Mother. She seemed so elated. I do not remember her being this excited. She was wearing a bright blue dress, a new one maybe. I had not seen her … Continue reading An Unexpected Visitor
Are you sure? , he asked. Yes Akshay. I shall leave in another ten minutes. Don't worry. She glanced at him as he stood up and walked towards the door, quickly but carefully. He was a keeper,of that she was sure, for such an innocent and warm guy was hard to come by these days. … Continue reading Of All Those Things
A single ray of sunlight slid inside the room through the gap between the curtain and the wall. It fell straight on Suman's face, arousing him from a long nap. He stayed on the bed, making no effort to rise, and glanced around. The illustrated blue and white curtains, the white walls, the wide-screen TV, … Continue reading An Afternoon Siesta