He was filling the empty white spaces between the green and purple squiggly lines with a red crayon when the throaty cooing sound coming from the window sash distracted him. He hastily walked to the closed window, stood on tiptoes and peered out. The plump pigeon, with a short stout shimmering neck and a thin… Continue reading Little Wings
She slowly turned the knob around, the latch spring recoiled and the door creaked open. She peeked in without making a noise and caught a glimpse of her roommate lounging on the couch looking distraught and heartbroken- mascara smeared cheeks, vacant gaze, and eyelids swollen from hours of crying incessantly. “Ah, not again!” she sighed… Continue reading Comfort Food
This isn’t a story about extraordinary bravery nor is this about extraordinary men. In fact, it is an ordinary story of an ordinary man who lived an ordinary life in an old shanty town. He would arise and leave for work at the wake of dawn and come home tired and weary after sundown. This… Continue reading Ordinary Men!
The chequerboard on the polished oak table was the first thing she’d noticed while stepping into her grandmother’s spotless living room. “We’re going to grandma’s and I don’t want to see any of your tricks there. OK?” Her mother had warned her on the way. However, those 32 exquisitely shaped black-and-white pieces, neatly arranged on… Continue reading When the rook moved
She spritzed some of the soapy solution on the glass-top and started wiping it rigorously with a soft cloth. Dressed in a faded flannel gown with her hair tied up, she looked distressed and exhausted, but, today is cleaning day and she didn’t want to waste it by letting disturbing thoughts occupy her mind. The… Continue reading Spick and Span
She picked up a spiral conch shell and held its flared pink crevice to her ear. The noise around her drowned and dissolved into a gentle lapping of waves. She was in a skiff, floating on the sea, her hand immersed in the water feeling the cold swirling ripples. Her face aglow with a soft… Continue reading Reverie
She taps her fingers on the table and nervously glances at the spread again – fluffy apple scones, crustless finger-size sandwiches, buttery shortbread, and the rows of neatly placed upside-down white teacups on saucers. Everything seems perfect, yet her hands are clammy, throat dry. She’d taken a big risk by volunteering to cater for the… Continue reading Risk-taker