Travelling on a plane only with your small baby?? Are you nervous? Well, I won't blame you! Even I was. However, it turned out fun. Just few things to keep in mind and you're good to go😃
Some funny book dedications ever!
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.
The golden gramophone was looking shinier in the light of that old kerosene lamp seated patiently beside it. I couldn't help but gaze at it in wonder, memories of my childhood came rushing back at me. The old house near a big oak tree in my village always looked mysteriously majestic to me. It was summer … Continue reading The Gramophone – A short memoir.
I am sure a lot of us might have our favourite once-upon-a-time stories. These were our bedtime delights. Fables which were passed on to us by our elders, in those tender impressionable years of our lives. One such story I still remember, my grandma used to tell me. Every night just after the lights were … Continue reading Once upon a time…
26th January 1950 It was the month of August, 8 years ago. I was sitting at my desk and completing the files asked by Bade Saheb. It was the first time in my 15 years tenure that I was late in submitting my work to him. I knew from my other colleagues about his typical … Continue reading Happy Republic day India!
"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.
A cold draft of air brushed pass by his leg, which was half outside the comforter. It woke him up, he heard the door open and close. Last night was one of the best, he blushed thinking about it. After all it was his honeymoon. They had reached his Uncle's cottage in Shimla late at … Continue reading The cursed cottage.
Dear mumma, There are two kinds of touch, you had taught me since I was a toddler. A good one and a bad one. The good ones were in plenty but the latter ones I had never And yesterday. A chill ran through my back, as I could feel the coldness of an unknown touch … Continue reading The dirty touch.