Saturday mornings are for change, experimentation, to add multitudes of color to the monochromatic life between Monday and Friday. Like a pure corporate, agendas and lists are written for this day too, not ones that you are compelled to act on, but the little things that would add a smile on your face. This weeks … Continue reading Baked for Love
'Please forgive me. Please don't write me off.' Somehow forgiving anyone had never come easy to her. She mulled the entire day, why did he, how could he, what should she. As confused as she had started, she found no answers. She did not understand why did he even have to tell her; not knowing … Continue reading All it took…
A single strand of her brown hair fell out of her bun, its blue colored tip tickling my face. She could sense it but she continued to drive the scooter silently. She was relishing the cool wind blowing on her face. She drove faster, greedily, to soak in more, not wanting to leave even a … Continue reading All It Takes..
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..
The season of weddings had arrived, again. That time of the year when my college friends returned from Silicon Valley to wed a homely Indian girl. For someone who despises the institution of marriage,like me, it is a dreadful time. Not only do we have to face the disgust of those RSVP cards where '+1' … Continue reading Middle Ground
As soon as the door opened, Anwesha headed straight to the balcony. That is where she would find her grandfather at this hour of the day, sipping tea on his favorite recliner and soaking the sounds and sights of a rainy Mumbai evening. Only grandfather, she knew, had the right answers for her burgeoning list … Continue reading Grandpa’s Art Classes