MOTHERLY!

“Dear Diary! All of us live with our past. All of us allow it to shape our future. But some of us know how to shrug the past. I think that is who I am. This day is when many embark on new journeys. Some start small time resolutions, some quit unhealthy habits and practices….

Scrapbook of a Pink Wine

Not so long ago – in a distant land, no more mysterious or enchanting than any other – when a sudden gush of wind knocked the paperweight off and flung the curtains to sail, she died. While she was still writhing on the cold cement floor beside the tattered mattress, a sheet rose from the…

Aruna Shanbaug: A Lost Legacy!

If she could be able to speak for once, this could be her words: I came to Mumbai, the city of dreams, 42 years ago to endeavor my life and achieve my dreams but little did I know was soon, very soon, I will become the national sensation, A rape victim. Believe me, this was…

Deer Puzzle!

The pub wasn’t too crowded when I walked in, which was a good sign. It meant that my favourite seat next to the counter was available, and I hastened to occupy it. As I walked past people dancing to the slow music or catching the evening game, I felt heads turn. Being a famous detective…

Unexpected Discovery!

The fat man rubbed his sweaty palms on his pristine Dhoti, hoping he didn’t leave a stain. Taking his eyes off the man in the suit, he quickly glanced at his legs, checking to see if any dirt had adhered to it. However, it remained spotlessly white, and the man straightened back up, looking reassured….

Perfection!

Eggs, bacon, bagels and croissants; her favourite meal of the day sat right in front of her alluring her to have more, some more, a bigger portion…probably just this one day. Her hand reached out for the last croissant; “STOP” said her mind! “PLEASE” begged the nineteen year old heart. She could feel the tires…

Grace

As a child, my goals were elaborate and a bit lofty. Adulthood, my 10-year-old self speculated, would be spent living in an actual tree and creating terrific pieces of art that people would flock to buy. And, I told myself, when I achieved these goals, I would forever feel accomplished and happy. I was silly!…

When I Would Meet Myself!

Dear Maya (8th August,2058 — 65 Years 8 Months Older) Hi! You must be looking as sexy as I am now Ha Ha! I always fantasised how would I look when my hair would turn grey. I hope that you are healthy and strong and that you are living a good life. Do you still have long hair…

Handwriting

I was left with the fresh taste of impending doom and the piercing sound of the squealing tyres as I crawled onto the pavement. In a sudden moment of clarity, my past bore into my conscience. In effect, my wall of heroic nonchalance was reduced to smouldering ashes. I could literally see the flames dancing…

Balloon

By: Khusbu Agarwal Life had probably changed a lot for me that I never realised. Moonlight walks changed into late night strategy workshops and candlelight dinners turned into business meetings. Sweet and short phone calls from the loved ones, transformed into long hours of teleconferences. Gifts were no more priority now — there should be…

A Fairy and The Blue Butterfly

7th July, 2008: A Beautiful evening of my life — One boy, One Gulmohar tree and a Blue Butterfly! Inspired by a true happening of my life and the plot was initially developed by a friend, ‘Fortune_Cookie’ and further modified by ‘Travel_story_of_a_girl’.  The Boy Says: “On a Friday afternoon, I  have returned from college early. There was a…

Editorial: Just a Different Writer!

If there’s one thing an author might fear losing, it’s her eyesight. How can a writer continue to work having lost the faculty to see the sliding of the pen or the movement of letters across the screen? Reading, too, becomes a struggle, forcing the author to depend on books being read aloud or to…

I Knew You Were ‘Trouble’, When You Walked In…

“Many, many happy returns of the day Mum!”, Shilene squeaked in delight. “Yes, from me too!“, Shane echoed his sister. “Look Mum, this one is specially for you”. Shilene pointed to the three-layered chocolate cake that she was delicately holding in her hands. It was a rich, dark chocolate cake. A pink candle, placed atop…

A Letter For A Fairy

My Loveliest, Prettiest, dearest Fairy You’re here! You finally made it. Few pounds weight, tiny little fingers, beautiful eyes and an innocent soul. Welcome to our crazy, dysfunctional and loving world. Sorry to be the one to break it to you, but we’re a bunch of weirdos. But hey, you would never be bored. Even…

Little Spire from Last Summer

(Inspired by ‘My Last Himalayan Trek’. We Miss Sneha( in story, she’s referred as Ruth) – a lady who lived the longest in the shortest life span. She would stay in my heart, forever as the sweetest inspiring memory of my life). It’s a story that happened during last summer when each leaf was turning…

Many Men’s Murphy

‘Rebecca’ He was carrying a pleasant smile. Thirty two to thirty five years old, bald, thin, not taller than 5’6″. He would turn out to be one of those occasional faces that appear before her, not more than twice in a year. She reads men so well, even at one glance. He entered into the room…