I had always prided myself on my honesty. Regardless of how hard or trivial the truth was, I would face up to it. I would acknowledge it. I would tell it. All that went out of the window on a perfectly ordinary morning on a quiet staircase in a ...
Faded Memories"Mom, Rajesh is coming home today, right?" Sarah asked her mother as she stood glancing outside the window. It was ranning outside and Sarah desperately wished Rajesh was here, so that they could go outside and play together in rai...
She was sitting in the couch seeing their wedding album. Harish just came in from his office, though it has been two years since they got married he still admires her with the same love and freshness. As he moved closer , she was in the last pag...
As the sun descended into horizon at the far end of the city, Sonia thought of her future with Vivek, her would-be husband. They were about to get married, the auspicious day was hardly weeks away. Everything was planned, the shopping had been d...
“Oh, great! You’ve got boobs!” She exclaimed, as she stabbed her pointy index finger into my left breast.I did not see that coming and the gesture took me aback. I was not sure whether to feel violated at the hands of the manager of an int...
When Sandhya came from the market in the evening , there is a telephone call and has been told that her mother in law has passed away in her native place . She just called her husband & told the news . He said that he would join her in an ho...
Bhrastachari : The Corrupted Art is long, and Time is fleeting,And our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral marches to the grave. (The Psalm of Life, H W Longfellow) The words of the poem echoed in my alre...
There were tears in her eyes.He saw them, but acted like he couldn't care less. She quickly wiped them away lest her father notices. Because, unlike her father, she cared about him. Unlike her father, she knew the value of losing a loved one. An...
Have you ever had a dream make perfect sense to you when asleep but a perfect nonsense the moment your eyes open owl-ish wide? Your infant minds may wander about dead relatives or friends who meant a lot to you, take a retour and paying homage...
The Suicide Note My writing has always been liberally laced with irony; a consciously developed style thinking it would put me in the league of Post Modernist Indian authors like Ghosh,Adiga and Kaul. Admitted, I was trying to lead the reviewers...