October has always been my favourite time of the year. It is the month of festivities and a precursor to the dark wintry days ahead. A time when the mornings are chilly and the evenings — which arrive a tad hastily — envelop you in an orangey-pinkish glow. As a child I used to wait… Continue reading Flower Fairies- A Memoir
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
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.
Dubuuk Dubuuk The bubbles burst and dispersed as I slowly dived in. The sound was fuller but muffled and gradually it dribbled down to a dullness my ears couldn’t quite catch. The outside world, the world I belong to, was blocked shut, and the world I was descending into had its own set of rules… Continue reading Diving deep
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
Every time he was preparing to take a sip, the lines on his sunburnt face stretched a little in anticipation and created an interesting map of squiggly patterns on his temples.
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 They may seem outdated, annoying and sometimes outright preposterous.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
Anna and Sam have been together for nearly two decades. They are not madly in love with each other. They never were. But together they have built a comfortable…..
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 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