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ONCE UPON A TIME A VIILAGE NAME CALLED RAMPUR ,IN THAT VILLAGE ONE POOR FAMILY HAD BEEN LIVING IN THE RENTED HOUSE ,THE TOTAL FAMILY MEMBERS WERE FOUR OUT OF THAT WIFE, HUSBAND AND THEIR TWO CHILDERNS.THE BOTH WIFE AND HUSBAND WERE WORKING IN TH...
Eight in the morning and Mumbai seems to be in a hustle bustle situation. The church gate railway station looks like a battleground with thousands of people coming out in trains every 3 minutes. Nothing new for raj who is sits there every day o...
I wake up dead. Breathless. Lifeless. Hopeless. Like any other day. I sense no sound in the surrounding, silence of a different kind. This new place is nowhere different than the old one. Though, previous one was a little bit more spacious. But,...
Everything is set. Dressing up's, make-up's, decorating the car - Everyone’s busy doing something or the other and the rest in a hurry to reach the church. The ceremony will start in some time and in a couple of hours’ time, she will be the ...
The road was deserted except for David and an old man sitting across him on the other side of the road on a tree stump. The school bus was nowhere in sight. David looked at the old man. He was in his fifties and was looking at the old bridge do...
The clock struck eight and Howrah-Rajdhani Expess arrived on platform. The casual urgency flipped the patience into driven commotion.The calm passengers sudddenly seemed to have participated in the hustle competition of getting on the train, ign...
THE LAST 5 MINUTES The car pulled aside the red carpet. Being a low profile launch, the crowd was minimal. Most of them were the crew itself. The press was there. The critics were there. Jim was embarking on the biggest day of his life. His fami...
She gazed deeply and admiringly into the mirror before she saw a hint of a wrinkle reappear below her right eye. Maya began to panic. She didn’t have too much time left. Precisely two hours before her hair would transform into a bright silver ...
Like most men, he wasn’t entirely comfortable around women. He could get by. Be courteous. Be charming even if he put in some effort. But as far as he could remember, he felt disappointed in the way of his affairs. Startling that he would care...
My Big Wedding Night rpaulmohanroy@yahoo.co.in Till last summer I was swinging around my mother, cuddling onto her arms for a quick hug or sleeping on grandma’s lap and receiving loving pats from my father. My nineteenth birthday onwards thin...