Diamonds.

“Diamonds are a girl’s best friend,” they said. I don’t know who the they here are. I don’t mean I don’t know, I just can’t seem to recall who exactly they are. I grew up listening to mothers say it, the advertisers claim it, movies celebrate it. I was brought up in an Indian middleContinue reading “Diamonds.”

Jilebis.

— Looking for feedback. All are welcome. — As I stood by the small sweet shop in one of the eat streets of the city, waves of hot air hit me from the stove lit ahead, as the heavy late night air settled around me. It was a hot night. The rains had been distantContinue reading “Jilebis.”

The Hope?

Contd from… He sent his father away for breakfast. It was ticking 10 AM. She would be coming over  any time to the shop now. And there she was, clad in a sari, hiding all possible parts with the six yards of cloth. She had a beautiful body, one she should have been flaunting hadContinue reading “The Hope?”

The Love?

Contd from “The Ideal?”… He re-read the letter again in the dimness of the street light streaming in through the window. There was no mention of what really was going on at their place. He liked it that way. Folding the letter inside the envelope, he put it back in the diary where it belonged.Continue reading “The Love?”

The unseen face.

  They could not afford the granduer of the Durga Puja pandals which were stretched across the length and breadth of the city. Their idol had none of the splendor associated with the city’s most festive days. They were five women praying to the strongest woman deity they’d ever known, celebrating her stories, wondering if she still existedContinue reading “The unseen face.”

The House That Wasn’t. Part 0

Continued from… 5 years, 2 months and 19 days ago – 7:30 PM. Pankaj was trying to close shop as fast as possible. The skies were overcast. He’d decided to leave this town too. He wasn’t sure how safe it was for Tara now. The residents were getting suspicious. Tara was his daughter. He’d lostContinue reading “The House That Wasn’t. Part 0”

The House That Wasn’t.

“What is it that is stopping you?” she asked. “Come on in! I am sure the place isn’t haunted.” He stepped in. His torch was slipping from his hands due to sweat. In the eerie silence of the house, the buzzing quiet of the night outside seemed favorable. All those stories he’s heard in hisContinue reading “The House That Wasn’t.”

Happy anniversary, indeed!

The last piece of cake was smeared on his face! “Twenty years of marriage! What’s the secret?” asked a colleague in jest! “You agree more than you disagree. And you learn to shut up!” Sameer replied at once. “At least there’s someone who can shut Sameer up,” they joked! Only they didn’t know it was aContinue reading “Happy anniversary, indeed!”

The Drop.

The old man had been unwell for more than a couple of days now. The fever wasn’t breaking. He wasn’t worried about himself though. He was worried about his garden. He’d newly planted Canna Lilies in them. They were Madam’s favourite. He would have instructed his helper how to care for them well but theContinue reading “The Drop.”

Of Darker Alleys (Part 2)

In continuation of the first part of the short story ‘Of Darker Alleys’. She started walking faster. She had to get to the house early to make use of all the time she could get. She wanted to get away from them. She was desperate. She reached the house. She could see the men standingContinue reading “Of Darker Alleys (Part 2)”