Open Up The Spaces.

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 the woods. (2)

Contd from. I heard a rustle I hadn’t before. There was something alive around me. A second step and I realised there was something soft and squishy beneath me. A soft shriek emerged from my mouth. My hand flew to my face, covering my eyes and face. I took my phone out of my pocketContinue reading “In the woods. (2)”

Life Notes #13.

The last life note that I wrote had to do with my entry into public speaking, with me emceeing for one of our corporate events. This one has to do with public speaking too but this time I am putting a lot of other people on the stage, wanting them to enjoy the stage justContinue reading “Life Notes #13.”

Marmee!

She’s flawed. Yet she’s perfect. She’s elegant. She’s hardworking. She’s barely tired. She’s always concerned. She taught me to accept nothing lesser than what I deserve. She made me bold. She proved women are at par with men. She put me to sleep on long days. She stroked my hair telling me how proud I madeContinue reading “Marmee!”

Sea.

Guide to reading : Below are, not one but, three completely unrelated short stories all bound by the one word ~ “Sea”. He walked towards the seas. Stretched far across till where his eyes could see, only blues greeted him, shimmering in different shades from azure to teal to royal blue with hints of cyan andContinue reading “Sea.”

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 Ideal?

Her eyes teared up as she wrote another long, lying letter to her mother. A letter which would give away nothing of what was happening to her, which killed her bit by bit from guilt every time she thought of her mother. Her mother had always been her best friend. She still was. But thisContinue reading “The Ideal?”

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.”

Black and White.

Some say the world is black and white. Some say the world is grey. Which is the truth? Which a perspective? Or is truth itself just a perspective?   To him the world was white and black, The greys he’d announced as sins, To empathise with others he’d given up, Sympathies he wanted abound. HeContinue reading “Black and White.”

The Rebel’s Wife (2)

For all those who’ve been wanting more, specially the female who asked me at least thrice in the past week ~ here’s the rest of “The Rebel’s Wife“: “Your father didn’t die in a road accident. Your father was killed on the road. The road was our home. We lost our house. We lost our land.Continue reading “The Rebel’s Wife (2)”