What Should I Write Next? (2 min read)

Sometimes I wonder what I should write next. What it is that one would like. Some want to hear about love. And some, make fun of it. Some search for depth in every word. Whereas some, ignore the buried meaning or maybe fear the harshness of it. Because it's frightening. Uncertain. unknown. Like death. They … Continue reading What Should I Write Next? (2 min read)

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)

On My Way To Life (2 min read)

I always carry the ring you gave me. But I can't wear it anymore. Of late I tend to forget where I've kept it. Like yesterday I went out for a short evening walk; suddenly while crossing the road - the one where we'd first met - my legs froze; I don't know why but … Continue reading On My Way To Life (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)

You there? (1 min read)

'Hello.' He answered tonelessly. Instantly I knew it was a mistake. I shouldn't have called. I probably would never have, unless some momentary, pointless emotions had taken over me. 'You there?' He asked. How could someone be so ruthlessly cold? I stared at the award on the table. My roommate's voice, from the hall, reached … Continue reading You there? (1 min read)

You Need A Magic Wand (3 min read)

She missed the bus. This was why she hated monsoon. She stopped. The bus had picked up speed. There was no use running after it anymore. Wobbling through the sloppy road, carefully avoiding the potholes, she reached the bus stop. She took a seat and propped the umbrella against her right leg. Her sea green … Continue reading You Need A Magic Wand (3 min read)

A Lonely Princess ( 2 min read)

I was never told a fairy tale. I was 8 when I first asked mother what a fairy tale was. I still remember how her face turned white as a sheet. I then ran to Granny. Wasn't she supposed to tell me one? She too turned grim. Who could I turn to? My childlike desires … Continue reading A Lonely Princess ( 2 min read)