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
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.
Dear Samirah Wish you a happy Eighteen Birthday. Hope this year brings out the best in you and teaches you many important facets of life. This letter, my gift for today, I hope, would teach you one such aspect. Do you remember the picture on your grandfather's desk? That one was taken on your fourth … Continue reading For My Daughter…
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
'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..