One Last Rain!

The house is heavy with grief. Twisting an escaping strand of my curled hair in my finger, I bite my lower lip to stop myself from getting emotional. Outside, as I hear thunder, a sudden smile of secrecy escapes my pursed lips. Abandoning my family in time of their need, I take one step back, listening to…

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….

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…

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!…

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…

Accidentally Falling In Love With You

“Hey! Thank you so much. That’s just great! Sure, I’ll mail you my address, I’ll do it straight away…” Naina squealed  into the phone, barely able to hold the phone properly in her excitement. Keeping the phone down, she took a deep breath to calm herself and pinch herself to check if she wasn’t dreaming….

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…

One Musical God and The Lost Chords

Their fondness was sempiternal. Not for the reason that they were deities or awe-inspiring humans. There was a spellbinding manifestation of deep affection between an impassioned perishable human and one incarnated divine being. Holy writs of Hindus describe them as saintly companions. They give utterance to the devotedness, complete submission of a bodily existence to a holy…