Mumbai floods not something new! The mumbai spirit much older. Sharing some memories related to it.
Trapped between the Decision she took and the one to take, what will she do?
Meenu was walking past the school again that day. "One twos are two." She heard the usual lessons. "One threes are three" she repeated with the voice this time, a proud smile on her face as if she had won a prize. She wondered what it meant though, if only she could enter the plush … Continue reading One twos are two – a short story.
Books are my poison. I get attracted to them like iron to magnets. All my loved ones know about this madness. Post my wedding, almost three years now, I had lost that yearning to read in me. Thankfully, I found something interesting to read, a short story by Ruskin bond — The blue umbrella. The … Continue reading Book review — The blue umbrella.
"Hey where did you get these from?" I asked him. I could see him smile the broadest since he joined our group. Those blue and white sneakers were exactly the ones I wanted. Shining on his feet, beneath those dirty and torn jeans he always wore, they were mocking me. "Baba bought them yesterday." He … Continue reading The blue sneakers – A mini story.
"It's the last time I am doing this."I grumbled at mom. "You say that every time behna." Smirked my bratty brother. It was fifth time to be precise when I was again getting dolled up to meet my future in laws, that is if they like me and select me while checking out. This whole … Continue reading The love arranged – A short love story.
I reached for my phone, which was screeching since ten minutes now. My bruised hands were finding it difficult to hold it. It was 6:00 am, time for me to get on my listless life. I switched off the alarm. My body is aware of the ritual; the daily chores are programmed in it now. Somehow … Continue reading Silent cries.