A single drop of tear slid down her cheek as she stood waving at the train. Her closest friend was returning home after a long stay with her. This was probably the last time she would see him in Hyderabad, probably the last time he would give her a quick surprise, probably the last time she … Continue reading Transition.
Dusk had departed when we arrived at the resort high up the hills. The smooth jazz number played in the lobby seemed to be the only soothing thing about the day. It was the first night of our honeymoon, but Murphy's law was at play and things went haywire, at least those that could go wrong - delayed by … Continue reading The First One
The house sunk into gradual silence, the commotion slowly tiring and fading into the soft sounds of her rhythmic breath. Cuddling her pillow, she slept with immense peace on her face. I wondered what was she dreaming, where did her dreams take her. As I prepared to retire to bed, I saw her paint brushes … Continue reading My Indigo Love …
John Denver's timeless classic plays in the background,'Leaving on a Jet plane'. As I finished packing for the next journey, for a new job, a new country, I realized my heart, like my bags, felt heavier. A part of me, I knew, would remain in the city. However I was taking more than what I was going … Continue reading All Bags Packed..
'Anokhi, Any day this week', those were Doctor saheeba's only words, accompanied by her usual reassurance, a soft pat on my cheek. She had once professed that I had been her prettiest subject. Unsurprisingly, she had attended many young women, most of them in dire straits. My wretched state of affairs was inflicted upon me … Continue reading Resilience.
The shootout had left me shattered. Samant had been my guide and watching him killed was the last thing I expected. The police seemed to have chalked out this encounter months ago. Samant was the best sharpshooter in our gang and was in the cops radar since a few years now. In the previous meetings, … Continue reading Underworld Diaries – Page 1
She entered swiftly through the door of her new house, let her shoes fly to a corner, plonked herself on the single couch and slid her heavy school bag to a side. Only then, she took a long breath. The water bottle still hung on her neck. She looked pretty with her plaited hair, round … Continue reading Grandpa’s School Story