Demure, quiet, she kept to herself as she walked down the road of life. Wary, alert, carefully she kept her distance from people. She hurried if she felt people approaching. She hastened her steps when men asked her questions, quickening her pace, mouthing the same word over and over again, “No.” She walked on tooContinue reading “No, she said.”
There I was, sitting on the topmost stair of the spectators’ gallery of a playground, writing, when a soccer ball landed with a thud right on my foot. I was taken by surprise and flooded with a flurry of apologies. I wasn’t hurt, no. But I roused concern among the boys. But why only theContinue reading “Open Up The Spaces.”
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)”
She squinted her eyes to block the Sun out. She counted the coins she had and kept them in a hidden pocket, of her money bag, she had sewn in. Today was the last day she had to do this. Not anymore. She picked up her bags of vegetables. She saw the vendor stare atContinue reading “Of Darker Alleys (Part 1)”
Looking into your eyes, I lose myself in their depths, My hands in yours, Seem to melt all my troubles away. Fingers entwined, feet in sync, I can take the world head on, Your faith in me, Is much more than my trust in myself. Taking you up in my arms, Kissing your cheeks asContinue reading “Seeing me in you.”
On 16 December, 2012, the Nirbhaya rape case rocked the whole of India. For a long time, we protested, came out on the streets, demanded change in laws, wanted the rapists hanged, shouted slogans of women’s empowerment, wanted safety for women. The fire is still seen, the flames are still being fanned, the coals are still red andContinue reading “Accept India’s Daughter.”
Period. If this picture doesn’t hit you where it should, no matter how much I write, it’s not going to affect you. Graciously Yours!
“And up next is the hot favorite of the season — Nikhil with the slew of his latest songs!” The crowd roared in welcome. He was her current favorite singer. She was in love with his voice. And his face, too. But voice more. And then he walked onto the stage. She wasn’t crazy enoughContinue reading “A Look Is All It Took.”