3rd Oct 2022 Present day 6.30 am The orange-yellow, newly erected, temporary Puja Pandal at the busy crossing in Gurgaon, looks resplendent as it competes with the autumn hues. It boasts of a conquest over the concrete hub of false piety built on pillars of deceit which flourished there earlier. Stricter adherence to hygiene and
Daisy was caught in a catch-22 situation. She loved Robin yet, somehow, she couldn’t convince her soul to give in to his wish. No, not now; not today. I refuse to sacrifice my life just to please a bunch of heartless humans. Robin was her custodian. Well, not just her, for, he was the caretaker
Crossroads… one of the worst places to be at. How I hated indecisive people! And yet, here I was. Never had I deliberated over my short-lived romantic conquests so far. I knew all men were the same. But Jonathan seemed different. He hadn’t tried to grope me. Not even once. This time, I was smitten.
He was the executioner. The robber of life. The giver of death. *** The king had announced yet another death punishment. The criminal was a young man in his mid- twenties. Handcuffed and blindfolded, he was shepherded to the execution platform. Hoots and cries of the crowd rose in the sky- Kill him, Kill him.
“Achyut, I don’t want to live with you anymore. I am tired of trying to be perfect for you. And please don’t try to find me or send sleuths to trace me. Once I settle down, I will give you a call myself.” Read my letter to Achyut as I set about packing up my
The wind had whispered a secret last evening but I already knew. For the first time in years, I had seen little buds sprouting on the lone Plumeria tree in the front yard of my house. Madhu loved the sweet fragrance of the flowers and would often ask me to bring her a handful. But
“Because I love her!”. His voice reverberated in my head. I tried sleeping on my tummy with my pillow over the head. But those words kept ringing in. My anguished heart made me further restless. When I woke up, I found my pillow soaked in my tears. How could he do this? Why should I
1960 “Anu . . . “ The sound of the anklets filled the air as Anupama, a thirteen-year-old girl came running to her mom. Her father worked as a temple priest in a remote village. She was a brilliant student and was the favorite of the school headmaster, Selvaraj. When her mother insisted Anupama to
It was 5AM when Aarav’s mobile rang. An early morning call always panicked him. His dad wasn’t keeping well since the past one week. “Hello, beta. Your dad’s condition has worsened since yesterday. The doctor has asked me to inform you…” Aarav’s uncle said. Aarav gulped down a lump that had risen in his throat.
The morning light scattered through the white lace curtains, the only luxury in the sparsely furnished room. The bare turquoise walls feebly tried to lift the patients’ spirits. The hospice offered palliative care and death and despair were the side dishes on the day’s menu often. Maryam, in her decade as a nurse, had never
I sit patiently in the car with my fingers drumming on the steering wheel; their tempo increasing with every passing second – okay, so maybe not that patiently. “Sorry. Had to give clear instructions to hubby. Am I very late?” “No! Just 20 minutes,” I snap as she enters the car and buckles her seatbelt.
From the large glass window of my office cubicle, I sit watching the snow fall outside. It’s warm in here, thanks to the central heating system. Yet I am shivering. With terror. “They have put Ma on ventilator. Come home fast.” My sister’s tearful plea rings in my ears and I try to decipher the
I was jolting in a bus; so were my thoughts. ‘This government has lost its mind. Demonetization is another issue. But introducing two thousand rupees notes…!’ ‘Does the government care about those whose daily transactions are limited to two-digit figure?’ ‘Wouldn’t it be easier to hoard black money now? Indeed, the governments are increasingly becoming
I see him every day or rather early morning. He halts his car and doesn’t move even when indicated. I know he lives in the big mansion just across where I stand. He doesn’t mind, my keeping an eye on him. “Honk… Honk…” the car horns blare and the driver storms out, spitting expletives. “Why
It’s him! I told you Riya not to call him. He is not the right guy for you, I told you at that time also when you eloped with him, and I am stating it again. He ruined your life. Now, when you are on the verge of starting your new life, you called him,
“Rohan, I love you. I will talk to Dad about us. I know he will find it difficult to digest, but he will agree. After Mumma’s death, I have been his companion. I am his world. He cannot say no to me,” said Riddhima with confidence. “I love you, too, Riddhima. After you talk to
The old woman dropped her purse as she fell, spilling its contents all over the sidewalk. He rushed to help her, stopping short when he saw the back gun under the purse. He was surprised to see an old woman, frail as her, brandishing a pistol. “What’s the world coming to, or has already come to,
25 October 2019, Kupwara, Indian-administered Kashmir. Slithering through the endless roadblocks and carefully avoiding the prominent military check posts, I furtively moved towards the bus stop. The air smelt fusty from months of forced lockdown. The usual inviting smells and sights of the golden autumn seemed to have blurred into a stunned paralysis. The perpetual
At precisely 9.45 am, Nia left her home. She walked across the crossroad to the bus stop. The lone bus operating on this route was scheduled to arrive in fifteen minutes. Nia spent it in observing her surroundings. It was a grey morning. The sun was diving in the heavy clouds on the other side
I am a writer, or atleast I think I am. Anyway, this time my conundrum is – the deadline is fast approaching and my characters are reproaching. Who are they reproaching? Me! I created them and you would think they would feel, if not utter servitude then atleast a modicum of respect for me. But