The Stopover

It was only a stopover, and the door was open. The food smelled particularly good, and the coffee inviting. He unwillingly got off the bus and followed the other passengers to the café with the tacky neon signboard-Welcome- blinking in the rain. The boy who served him seemed warm and nervous. His face had a… Continue reading The Stopover

Blocked Pipes. Blocked Hearts.

My neighbour called me up while I was taking a walk in the evening. Normally, I avoid phone calls when I go for walks but seeing her number flashing on the screen, I knew something was off. We live in a two-storey house and hers is on the ground floor. There is a recurrent issue… Continue reading Blocked Pipes. Blocked Hearts.

Unchanged

Anna dislikes people who are conceited and self-absorbed and that’s why she could never get along with Sara. Although friendly and jovial in nature, Sara loved having attention solely upon herself. In social gatherings, she would unabashedly talk about her success stories at length. How devoted she was to her projects. How she was hobnobbing… Continue reading Unchanged

Letter to my son- Personal blog

To the boy who seems to be in a hurry to grow up.. Just slow down and hear me out! I know most of the things I say these days bore you. They may seem outdated, annoying and sometimes outright preposterous. And you are right in thinking so (well, not always ). But let me… Continue reading Letter to my son- Personal blog

Wednesday Morning Musings

She gazed intently at the steam rising from her favourite cup of Americano. As the delicious aroma of freshly roasted coffee beans, ground and brewed to perfection, began to ease the knots in her head, an idea struck her. “What if I steal the steam from the cup and safely stow it away in a… Continue reading Wednesday Morning Musings

Twittering Tales #86 – 29 May 2018

Twittering Tales #86 – 29 May 2018 Once again, the lone tree swayed and the delicate white curtain hanging from the window fluttered. Inside the dark room, the old lady sighed while knitting away a soft crimson sweater for her grandson; hoping against hope that this summer she’d finally be able to see the child. (279… Continue reading Twittering Tales #86 – 29 May 2018

In Other Words, library…

Go to Patricia’s Place  to join the challenge In Other Words, library… My entry: My fingers trembled at the first touch. A strange kind of excitement erupted in my heart. Every nerve in my body tingled with an unknown yet oddly familiar sensation. What lies beneath the crispy hard ruggedness, I wondered. Once again, the soul longed… Continue reading In Other Words, library…