Have You Seen My Sister? – Part 2( 2 min read)

Missed part 1? Chapter 4 I remember our car ride before the accident. I was upset about something. She made me laugh. She told me she would always be with me no matter what. And I replied saying, ‘I wish I could spend my life like this. Without having to need others. Just with you.’ … Continue reading Have You Seen My Sister? – Part 2( 2 min read)

An Ideal Wife (2 min read)

'You should've tried more.' Father has always been quite reserved. He's been stringent about his ideals and principles. I respect him. I always have. It's not that he was my hero. Neither did I ever call him the best father. But I've seen immense respect in mother's eyes for him. And that was enough for … Continue reading An Ideal Wife (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)

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)

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)

Down The Road (1 min read)

10 years. Time has flown by so swiftly. Yet strange! Nothing's changed - the smell that earth emanates, soothing blue of the sky, tossing of trees, chirping of birds and that house down the road. Except that mother isn't seated on the porch waiting for me anymore. Father isn't there to ask what took me … Continue reading Down The Road (1 min read)