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
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
'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 moment I entered the compartment, it felt like I had been found out. That was my only thought. The crowd seemed to swell behind me. My body was twisted beyond calculation. A random elbow was nudging the back of my head. The youngster beside was drenched in sweat and reeked of weed. There would … Continue reading First Class Guilt
6:03 am, Marine Drive The Black BMW 7 series halts in front of the NCPA Building, in its everyday spot. The driver gets out and holds the rear door open. The passenger gulps a sip of mineral water, throws the bottle outside as he gets out with his white Nike jogging shoes, black Adidas tracksuits, grey … Continue reading Underworld Diaries – Page 2
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
I had fallen in love. The Kohl lined deep black eyes, straightened hair, radiant fair skin and the small nose together formed an epitome of beauty, for which a second glance was almost entirely a necessity. I was aware of every minutiae of her life, her body and her actions. Her love for spicy Indian … Continue reading February 14, 2016