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…

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“So you are trying to say that I can actually…?” I asked with so much curiosity and a restlessness was making me fumble at times. “Yes, I already did a research on this for the last three decades. I am sure Carol, if you try, you can.” Dr. Hutson seemed convinced upon his own theory….

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…

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…