“Ouch,” she uttered, pulling back her finger from the rose stem. A thorn had pricked her and a drop of blood lay on her finger, perfectly placed like it always belonged there. She smiled. “Got yourself another prick, did you now?” her husband asked, as he sat in the hall, immersed in the morning’s papersContinue reading “The Rose.”
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Of People and Things.
Naksh was singing at the top of his voice! “Papparah Papparah Papparah… Badtameez Dil Badtameez Dil… Ahh… Haan“ “Oh shut that radio thing off and stop jumping on the bed,” Shailjaa scolded her eight year old son, Naksh! No longer jumping, he smiled at her and stood there, the hand held radio his father boughtContinue reading “Of People and Things.”
Sea.
Guide to reading : Below are, not one but, three completely unrelated short stories all bound by the one word ~ “Sea”. He walked towards the seas. Stretched far across till where his eyes could see, only blues greeted him, shimmering in different shades from azure to teal to royal blue with hints of cyan andContinue reading “Sea.”
The Hope?
Contd from… He sent his father away for breakfast. It was ticking 10 AM. She would be coming over any time to the shop now. And there she was, clad in a sari, hiding all possible parts with the six yards of cloth. She had a beautiful body, one she should have been flaunting hadContinue reading “The Hope?”
The Love?
Contd from “The Ideal?”… He re-read the letter again in the dimness of the street light streaming in through the window. There was no mention of what really was going on at their place. He liked it that way. Folding the letter inside the envelope, he put it back in the diary where it belonged.Continue reading “The Love?”
Bloodied Hell.
Theresa sat across the table from her boyfriend, Brandon. She lightly patted his hands. She looked at them. His nails were chipped, chewed at in places. There were patches of blue around his nails. She looked up at him and then looked away. She needed to be sure. “Will you now tell me where haveContinue reading “Bloodied Hell.”
Pool of tears.
She sat by the shore. The cold water rhythmically wet her toes now and again. Some more and then no more. She inched closer to the water. She sadly stared out at the man in the water, helplessly flailing his arms around. She wished she could help him. But she’d just come out of theContinue reading “Pool of tears.”
The unseen face.
They could not afford the granduer of the Durga Puja pandals which were stretched across the length and breadth of the city. Their idol had none of the splendor associated with the city’s most festive days. They were five women praying to the strongest woman deity they’d ever known, celebrating her stories, wondering if she still existedContinue reading “The unseen face.”
The House That Wasn’t. Part 0
Continued from… 5 years, 2 months and 19 days ago – 7:30 PM. Pankaj was trying to close shop as fast as possible. The skies were overcast. He’d decided to leave this town too. He wasn’t sure how safe it was for Tara now. The residents were getting suspicious. Tara was his daughter. He’d lostContinue reading “The House That Wasn’t. Part 0”
Happy anniversary, indeed!
The last piece of cake was smeared on his face! “Twenty years of marriage! What’s the secret?” asked a colleague in jest! “You agree more than you disagree. And you learn to shut up!” Sameer replied at once. “At least there’s someone who can shut Sameer up,” they joked! Only they didn’t know it was aContinue reading “Happy anniversary, indeed!”
Inking The Thinking. 