Don’t Trust Linda – The Grave of Nobody’s Darling

Previously in ‘Don’t Trust Linda’ : Linda Winslet accidentally meets John at police station, when she came running for help. John decides to go alone with Linda to the crime scene and leaves Brad at police station. John finds dead bodies of Winslet family along with driver Robert’s and gardener Bismil’s in that A-frame old…

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….

Balloon

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 some tangible return…

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…

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…

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…

The Book

Hello!I am The Book. A red crochet star stitched tote bag, hanging from a doddery old pink bicycle handle, was the best place I ever belonged to. She was 16 and I don’t remember how old I’m. She probably got an innocent yet confident look from her mother, got her daddy’s tongue and temper. Her…

Departure

My car started rushing down the city because all the thing I wanted to do at the moment is to catch a glimpse of the city lights. There is nothing prettier than the city at 11 pm, with its silent streets of Budapest whispering the glory of Europe and the cold winds singing lullabies. Even the…

A Kiss, Last Night…

It’s not that Samarpan is uninterested to attend the semester exam this morning, but his mind is elsewhere. With a chorus of delirium by anonymous questions and heart pounded with fearful thoughts, he is sitting on the bed at the same place since last couple of hours. Though today he is supposed to go to…

Mortal Love

I was standing on the balcony, staring blankly at the crashing waves. The mug of hot coffee in my hand had already grown cold. I was running my fingers over my face, pushing back my wind whipped hair and brushing away my tears at the same time. My cheeks were turning dry before getting wet…

When She Touched The Sky…

Chapter 3: ONE FINE DAY IN DIDNA  The Third Day(30th May, 2017) I was rambling through an enigmatic autumn forest. Suddenly, I heard an unfamiliar melodious voice from a far. Chasing the call, I started walking through the pathway and  discovered a sculpture of a unicorn with twinkling ruby eyes. It was gleaming as the…

One Rich Love story

14th Feb, 2017. Its just another grimy sunny afternoon. A connecting narrow walkway to Kurla railway station is looking so plethoric with informal wheels and rushy race to catch train on time. In the midst of so many overblown faces, she is the girl, sauntering with her eyes facing down and a smile on her lips…