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…

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…

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…

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…

Click

“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…

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…

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…

Noor

Disclaimer: The plot is a true story confessed by someone. The murder mystery has remained unsolved till date. The ending has been modified so are the Names and Places. My name was Noor. I was doing my internship in School of Fashion Design, Newbury St, Boston. Noor means Light. My father, who is an Indian…