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?
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
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 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