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)

Have You Seen My Sister? – Final Part (4 min read)

Missed Part 1 and Part 2? Chapter 7 My hands start shaking. I scroll through the pictures. Almost in every picture, I can spot her. Sometimes with my husband. Sometimes with my daughter. Sometimes with other people. ‘I guess you two are twins. Right?’ The voice jerks me and I look at my Doctor. He … Continue reading Have You Seen My Sister? – Final Part (4 min read)

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)

That Deserted House (2 min read)

You walk down a road and feel a pair of eyes on you. But then, there is nobody around. It's a quiet summer afternoon; people, unlike you, prefer to avoid the heat and take a nap around this time. Is it just your hyperactive instinct? Then you step into your front yard. You hope to … Continue reading That Deserted House (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)

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)