“She walks in every other day, eager and anticipating, but when she exits there is always a sense of melancholia about her,” he sighed. “What
Category: QuinTale-27
Credit is all I Need
He reads me. He reads me religiously every day. He worships me like the Bhagwad Gita. It is a pious ritual to visit the temple
Mirror, Mirror on the Wall
The sound of retching emanating from the bathroom jars like sandpaper grating on glass. It’s drowned by splashing sounds and the gurgle of water disappearing
Cheer Life
I zoomed past the slushy roads cutting through the heavy downpour. I was getting wet, muddy water splashed all over me. My white exterior was
And She Escaped
The sun rays struggle to make their way inside the hut that looked no less than a dungeon. The only creaky door only opens once
Bus and Train
On a pleasant evening, Beamy Bus and Twinky Train met at the railway crossing. “Good evening, my Twinkle. How is life?” Beamy greeted. “Not as
Partners in Crime
The air is charged with tension that has been mounting in the neighbourhood for some time. An armed policeman climbs up to where I live
The Partnership
SHE scrutinized the room. The luxurious Benarasi curtains, the grand four poster bed, the carvings on the window and the Oak Cheval mirror imparted a
The Fine Balance
“Oh no, not again! What happened now? I am very upset. When will all this end? I don’t know what to do? I know that
Love is in the Air
“Wake up ! You lazy Mr Slider.” “Oh ! What am I hearing? Is the sun rising from the West today? Your mellifluous sound is
The Strike of the Spud
Silence reigned in the kitchen. The vegetables huddled together in a hurried conference. The onions smirked on their shelf. The potatoes sat huffed up on
Think Before You Speak
I sit idle and tired. Wouldn’t anyone be if they were never allowed to rest peacefully, a total shutdown is what I craved but this
Not Just a Rock
At the edge of the glade where the bumbling brook flows, under the massive beech tree, you will find me resting. Yes, that’s what I
Then She Opened the Book
“Aachoooo.” This dust was killing me. But, who would care about the poor bookshelf’s running nose? Gone were those days when I was revered and
Journeying Together
Lush green fields, now transformed into a glowing golden yellow, as if a halo has encircled the expanse of earth. The withered, wrinkled hand rests
The Fitness Mantra
‘Oooh, aaah, ouch, spare me, don’t be so hard on me’, I whimpered, but she cared not a whit. In fact, I think my taut
Aaj Mere Virus Ki Shaadi Hai, Yaaron
Virus spread far and wide, eliminating everything standing in her way. She was on a quest to eradicate. Annihilation was the sole condition. It was