Memories Of A Broken Umbrella (2 min read)

I met her after ten years. She looked nothing like she did all those years back. Her face was drawn, eyes baggy and a messy bun hanging loose behind her neck. Her struggle with keeping the half-broken umbrella in place over her head propelled me to ask my driver to pull over. The window rolled … Continue reading Memories Of A Broken Umbrella (2 min read)

Blindfolded( 2 min read)

I am 31. A married woman. Standing at a bus stop at midnight, ignoring the murmurs of silence, prickling of darkness, and waiting for happiness. A year back from now, I was supposed to be standing right here, right at this time. But instead I was seated in a car, adorned with flowers and balloons, … Continue reading Blindfolded( 2 min read)

I Promise… (1 min read)

The crowd started clearing; a sheer veil of innumerable sky lanterns, shimmering like fireflies, had dotted the sky; their glimmer reflected in his eyes as he looked up yet failed to beguile him, for the flare of hope, in his heart, had started to wane. Twenty five years - it was long enough for a … Continue reading I Promise… (1 min read)

The Awakening At Dawn (2 min read)

It seemed my insides were being singed by the flame of the words as I read the letter on. Smoke billowed from the cigarette between my fingers and spiralled up. I realized I needed a drag badly but my hands remained transfixed. The words didn’t add up anymore, though my eyes swept over them. I … Continue reading The Awakening At Dawn (2 min read)

A Wrapping Paper (1 min read)

Modernism is a flashy wrapping paper under which lies the age-old reality. The reality that nothing has changed. People, mentality, expectations and opinions. As you get older, with time, this epiphany hits you. A little hard in the face. Till one day back, I was engaged to be married. I'd been with him for five … Continue reading A Wrapping Paper (1 min read)

Crap! It’s My Birthday! (1 min read)

I thought I'd decorate the room with 28 balloons. But now I'm out of breath after blowing up just ten. Huffing and puffing, I gulp down one full bottle of water and get on with number 11. Doorbell rings. Cake has arrived. I run to the door. It's a small mango-flavored cake. I set the … Continue reading Crap! It’s My Birthday! (1 min read)