The sun peeped in through the voile curtains, drawing a thin line across the bed. The boy tossed around and then pulled a blanket to cover his face. But the sun continued to coax him before he sat up in his bed and looked at his sister sleeping next to him, still oblivious of the … Continue reading To the Writer’s Abode
Our souls, I believe, are flecked with friendship. You know, we are mostly lucky to find friends at several crossroads. Not all of them are forever, but they do stay like cold, fresh mornings that are rather sharp, but then also so raw and completely unorthodox. Yes, the most beautiful relationships are so unconventional. And … Continue reading Our Souls are Flecked with Friendship
Sabeena’s fingers ran through each contour of the picture on the table. She paused to look at the silhouette of a bigger version in the dimly lit room. It was a huge frame… sixty by twenty inches…that stood behind an olive green supercilious easy chair. The warmth of the fireplace beneath filled her heart with … Continue reading Letting Go
मैं तो एक कण हूँ विशाल समय का एक क्षण हूँ, धरातल पर बहता सा एक भ्रम हूँ, शायद मैं छल हूँ, बस आज हूँ नही कल हूँ मैं। मैं अथाह सागर की सिर्फ एक बूंद हूँ, रत्ती भर हूँ रेत मे, मिट्टी नही धूल हूँ, पर्वत की चट्टान नही ज़र्रे सी लुप्त हूँ, ब्रह्माण्ड … Continue reading क्यों दंभ हूँ मैं?
She was seven when she walked into the twenty-two yards. The hefty bat at variance with her petite frame. They traded the sport with a coy doll and told her that it wasn’t meant for her at all. A girl who loved numbers wasn’t a norm you see, So, she was happily married to … Continue reading A World Within Her!
Based on a prompt from Women's Web, this story was written keeping Christina Rossetti's poem Goblin Market in mind. A tale of sisters in arms! ********************************** Sudha dipped her index finger in the pot and licked the kheer. “Perfect,” she thought. Wiping her hand with the end of her dupatta she turned to look at … Continue reading Kheer- In the Middle of the Night
The happiest journeys are ironically homeward bound. There’s hurry in flight and a nervous spark. Like a million flitters of long-lost lovers, there’s hope for a tryst with the past. But those who return to the base are never the ones who flew off on another day. Their palms crisscrossed with lines of fate … Continue reading Homeward Bound