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
Something amazing happened to me a few days ago. I was at a cosmetics store browsing through lipsticks when a shy elderly lady, accompanied by her husband, entered and asked the twenty-something sales attendant to show her lippies in ‘muted’ shades. After disinterestedly toying with the ‘subdued’ colours for a few minutes, she gingerly picked… Continue reading Lipstick Diaries-A Personal Blog
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and felt the salty sea air brushing against her face, rustling her wavy locks of hair. Her lips stretched into a smile as she dug her toes deep into the squishy sand. The gentle waves lapped at her feet as if trying to tell her a secret.… Continue reading Love without a reason
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!
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
“Pace up, Baba. You’re too slow. What’s wrong?” She was gaily trotting down the cobblestoned pathway that led to the lakeside. The feeble man was struggling to keep up with her youthful energy. His steps were unsure and she could almost hear the strain in his breathing. They were on a nature trail, enjoying the… Continue reading When the roles are reversed
Come, my love, let’s pack our stuff and drive down to the countryside. I am done with this cold maddening crowd, and so are you. Let’s go, far away, you, me and the dog, and live in a small rustic place, where the air smells fresh and earthy. Where our paths are paved with crisp colourful… Continue reading Wistful Fantasy