This is an old story I wrote for some short story competition. For some reasons unknown, I find it easy to read and soothing for the soul. Hope you’ll would like it too. “Can’t you see I am trying to shoo you away?” my voice is stern this time. But it’s funny how animals sometimes love you more than you deserve. Assuming me to be … Continue reading White Nights
कभी कभी जब राहें चलते चलते एक अंत पर आती हैं तो खुद से मन पूछ बैठता है- अब आगे क्या? बस यही है अंत सभी उड़ानों का? क्या सचमुच यही है अंत- अनंत में ढूँढता है उत्तर अपने ही प्रश्न का एक वक़्त था जब पैरों में सामर्थ्य नहीं था खड़े होने का ऊँगली पकड़ संभलते, अपनी राह तय करते थे कच्ची उम्र … Continue reading अब आगे क्या?
I am sharing what ‘I Saw and I Learnt‘ at BlogAdda.com in association with DoRight.in. While I was ornamenting my name written on the front page of my old diary, a little boy peeped into it. There was a hope of new creation. It isn’t uncommon for me. I have often watched these little kids- future servants, washer men, rickshaw pullers, masons or may be … Continue reading A life full of stories
“Wake up, it’s already 8. What happened, you used to get up so early beta….”, and the monologue goes on while the protagonist is lost in the warmth of the blanket. That’s the beginning of the last day of my vacations. Oh God!!! How I dread this day… My king size life is again going to turn into a mouse trap. It’s like emigrating … Continue reading The Nasty Nostalgia
God of small things he was: small things…… two little eyes, one little nose, one little mouth. He was the God of big promises too: promises of infinite joy. But, now he is the God of loss: loss of a life, loss of a heart full cry, loss of carefree sleep, loss of the innocent touch, loss of the elixir of mother’s milk and … Continue reading God of small things
This morning is beautiful. It’s sub 20 degrees Celsius, a common scene in Bangalore. Sitting on a comfortable bean bag, I have wrapped myself in a cozy blanket with only right hand hanging out to lift my cup brimming with super hot ginger tea. I can smell the rain and fill the chill whenever any part of my skin is accidentally exposed. Such a blessing … Continue reading Memories of depression
She was naive and innocent He was kind and prudent She was like a glass heart He was a rock-solid mind She lived thinking something was missing He lived believeing nothing in world mattered But everything changed when they met one day It was raining that day but love was pouring They were never supposed to meet Still, they met. Was it destiny? Was it … Continue reading Stone and Glass
(image sourced from Corbis) It was 8 am only but I was late- the same old story of a poor soul trapped in a corporate world. While I was climbing the stairs to the metro station with a dazed face, something sparkled in my eyes. It was a mix of vibrant colours against the plain pastel wall of the station. An octogenarian lady wearing a … Continue reading Tulsi
It always amuses me how alien locals of metro cities behave when I tell them excitingly that my parents are coming just to meet me. They often shrug their shoulders as if to react- what’s the big deal? When I walk up to my boss asking for a half day or a leave to spend each and every hour with them, they too don’t understand. … Continue reading Cost of freedom?
I remember how my dad used to try to be extra cheerful on days when he felt low. He tried not to let us know that he is sad and would tell my mom quietly in the night. Sadly, I have not inherited this trait from him. I would sigh, crib, yelp and sulk to death. On those days, even one hour morale boosting sessions … Continue reading And at last I see the light……