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)

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)

It Stopped Raining (2 min read)

It had been raining since morning. I could see the rivulets trickling down the window sashes. I ran my fingers over the glass. My ears craved to hear the clacking raindrops. I pushed the window open; a breeze, chill and drenched by rain, poured in. Much to my surprise, I didn’t cower away. I moved … Continue reading It Stopped Raining (2 min read)

Was it you?( 2 min read)

My phone rang for the umpteenth time; it must be Mom, I hurried my steps. My hands were busy holding the umbrella tightly. The rain gradually turned into a storm. The road was hauntingly empty. Apart from a small roadside tea shop, there was nothing else. Every few minutes, the lightning and crashing thunder sent a … Continue reading Was it you?( 2 min read)

The rain, the night and the promise( 1 min read)

'What makes you so romantic today?' She asked, playfully pushing him away. 'Why...am I not?' He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her waist. She giggled; he kissed her gently on her lips - 'I love you', he whispered. Looking surprised, she asked, 'do you even remember the last time you said it?' His … Continue reading The rain, the night and the promise( 1 min read)

The Shelter #PART 1( 2 min read)

The door opened after my husband had knocked at it the third time. An old lady stood on the other side, grey hair loose open, dark circle around the eyes that looked tired, wrinkled skin indicating that her age wouldn't be any less than 80. My husband and I stole glances at each other; I … Continue reading The Shelter #PART 1( 2 min read)

It’s raining again( 1 min read)

'The rain looks beautiful, doesn't it?' I stretched out my hand and the droplets touched my palm. 'I love how the rain drops hang from the drenched window grills.' I added, smiling. All I could think of was how much I'd missed the rain. I would shut all the windows, pull the curtains and sit on my bed putting … Continue reading It’s raining again( 1 min read)