I could never be like them, they had told me. I was made to believe that their blood was blue, Mine was the ordinary, a
Author: Alpna Das Sharma
Alpna Das is a practising doctor, trained in dermatology with an undying fascination for the creative arts, books and travel.
She lives on stories and is intrigued by many untold tales behind silent gazes and human expressions.
Stony Silence, Speaking Stones
They were mere stones. Pale, grey, dark and round, atop each other. Mere stones for the passers-by. But meant more to us. I, Sana and
Bridal Cues
From the day she entered the household, I followed her around. She was beautiful, her face radiant with the glow of a life-long commitment; a
Of Welled Tears and Walled Despair
The first rays of the sun, kissed the freshly harvested golden crops, making them glow brighter than the aureate dome of the revered shrine nearby.
It’s My Number
Twenty -one is my number! I was born twenty-one days before the expected day of my arrival. The high-pitched shrieks of my immediate neighbour awakened
Star-crossed Lanes
Kashif absorbed the mesmerizing spectacle of the bejewelled indigo expanse, trying to fit it into his sparse collection of memorable moments. The balcony of the
Topsy-Turvy
The lonely, unkempt pathway to the cemetery didn’t discourage Vik from the task. As he trudged along, the wind ruffling the overgrown weeds interspersed by
Closure @ Crossroads
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
The Heart Knows
NINE was the number of months she got to prepare for the arrival of her first born.The bliss of nurturing life within was unparalleled. Nauseous
SIDDHI: The Accomplishment
Thud! I hear the loud noise and wonder if it’s the end for me. Supposedly safe in my dark haven, I live in dread all
Acceptance
Aastha had always despised her. She could not bear the thought of being friends with her. Everything from her pudgy nose and her shrill voice
That’s Her
Loving. Deemed a burden And shunned throughout childhood. Grew up to support her parents. Daughter. Caring. Considered less, Never the favourite. Earned to grant his
Lockdown Rain
And it was the first time, That the RAINDROPS fell with pure joy, They danced and sang their hearts out, As they bid goodbye to
Repudiation
The serpentine queue wound through the narrow lanes all the way up to the fields. Shayla had been waiting her turn for the past few
The Timeserver
Rajvanshji could get things moving with a single phone call. And why not? He had just got promoted from the status of the most successful
An Afterthought
A hushed playdate it was Five close friends Eager to play the new game bought ‘Six players’ said the clause Secret ends “Let us call
The Final Lesson
She didn’t know how to let go. She held on to old dolls, friends long lost, fears and disappointments . Papa watched his darling daughter,
