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 …
A World Within Her!
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 …
Kheer- In the Middle of the Night
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 …
Homeward Bound
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 …
Lessons from Childhood
When less is more And happiness not just a mere bubble, Laughter is contagious And there’s wind beneath your wings. A dapple of sunlight is easy to gift, And those fist fights last no longer than a blink. When it's simple to forget Simpler to forgive Falling asleep happens within seconds. "Care-less" is so fine …
Scraped
Last night You leave me hurt, bruised. My soul where you pricked last time, scraped once again. The gash deeper deeper deeper. This morning you bring the balm to soothe my arm. But the soul is scraped deeper deeper deeper. The balm fruitless. But you insist and cuddle the wound. It looks cured. Looks... The …
A Hundred Quills 