Puppy Love.

He looked up at her every now and then. She barely noticed him. Or so he thought. He stole glances, hoping she’d smile just for him. But then he’d look away the moment their eyes met. And curse himself mentally the next second for not having held his gaze. “Woof,” he said, soft enough toContinue reading “Puppy Love.”

Of People and Things.

Naksh was singing at the top of his voice! “Papparah Papparah Papparah… Badtameez Dil Badtameez Dil… Ahh… Haan“ “Oh shut that radio thing off and stop jumping on the bed,” Shailjaa scolded her eight year old son, Naksh! No longer jumping, he smiled at her and stood there, the hand held radio his father boughtContinue reading “Of People and Things.”