Day 1 Dear Jivu, Wishing you a very happy Patrustav. How are you doing, champ? You are all of eighteen, an adult with distinct choices
Author: Aparna Nagda
Dr. Aparna Salvi Nagda is a Mumbai based Consulting Homeopath. She also co-runs an educational institute for the academic needs of young minds. Currently she is seriously pursuing her childhood passion for writing.
A Dry Inheritance
The dry skies didn’t shed a tear witnessing the apathy of my children. Sleep was a distant dream. ‘Mai, grass too would do.’ The eldest
Peek-a-boo with motherhood
I watch as the child wails, yanking her lungs, out of its confines. The mother puts her best foot forward to pacify an adamant infant
Kismet Konnection
The last ray of the proud, magnificent sun has evaporated in thin air. The lone, late bird, anxiously flapping its wings has nestled itself on
Celestial Ramayan
“Mateee..” The gargantuan monkey screeched in agony. The loud wailing shook my lava like a silent piano vibrates when a terrified cat bounces on it.
A Long Story
Dear Arezo, Life is a strange story. We are privy to it through our experiences and failures. I might have failed you. But loved you
Just a Little Love
Where did it go? A few sheets of paper have disappeared into thin air. Aha…that’s Soniya’s pink frock! The frills are still frothy and effervescent,
Broken Bridges
“Salt in her hair and sugar in her cake Zoya goes La La to the lake…” The happy song that she hummed outraged the turbulent
My Father’s Wife
The toaster quaked and popped out the burnt toast like an ugly duckling. Fiona giggled under her breath. The toaster reeked of indignation as it
Hoary Longings
The main events took place in Rangoon, Burma (Myanmar) on 7–8thJuly 1962. On 7thJuly 1962, the military regime violently suppressed a student demonstration at Rangoon University attended by some
Of Love and Loss
Titli Devi mooed but nobody took notice. Chewing her morning curd, she swatted at the flies with her long, bushy tail- an appendage of pride
The Perfect Incarceration
Drums, trumpets, music accompanied by the incessant chatter of overwhelmed friends and well-wishers made Chhavi dizzy. The strong alcohol odour emanating from her newly-married partner
Blind Love
It was raining humans. The dull grey skies had joined them in the mourning. An old lady masquerading as a distant relative (whom nobody recognised),
Who is Scary?
HISSSS… Give me some space, dear drenched leaves! Ahaaa but must say the moist earth, its petrichor makes me break my aestivation, and come out
Fatal Attraction
The pangs were for real. She couldn’t contain her hunger for long. Where was she to look for her meal? The premise had nothing to
Tea, Me and She
It brewed and brewed. The aroma wafted through the kitchen, and wandered its way through the back door into the farm. Charles was busy rousing
Pristine White
The sea reflected the full moon. A low tide hummed gently to lure the reflection. Women happily chirped inside the cottage. “The red saree, dear.
Revamped Fairytale
“Yucks!! It’s sheer disgrace to have her in our school!” “More of, to have her in our group for the annual day play.” “Lionna, you
Susp’ENDED
Wise and witty, the stories do give you a peek into the author’s convoluted brain for nothing in the stories is direct and predictable.