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..
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 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?
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…
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