Present day May 1968 Village Alamgarh, Northern India I cover my head and stand upright as the calls of the muezzin fill the room. The melodious adhaan which has always filled me with peace, comfort and joy, does little to console me today. I bow toward Kaaba, but my heart and mind are wandering directionless.
She gulps the hot, bitter coffee. Her head is about to explode. How did things come to this…? Her partner for 15 years, the father of her triplets. They have been through so much together, shared countless joys and sorrows, and now this… she finds herself at crossroads. Should she continue on the path she
Is she not here today? I wondered, as my eyes searched for her. Coco and I were regulars at the park and I had seen her sitting alone in the corner since couple of days. There was something disturbingly familiar about her eyes. Coco’s woofs showed his impatience, his urgency was palpable. So, I took
2320–Mumbai She parked the Zawazaki ZX-10R Ninja and looked at her slim wrist-band. “Yessss,” she cheered… from her home in Chennai to office, she had made it in only 15 seconds! I am glad I saved up to buy this winged mean machine. A nasal voice interrupted her self-admiration, “Good morning, madam.” He stood in
I found a love for me Darling, just dive right in And follow my lead……….. I waltzed in breezily, humming… ‘Oh mom! Pleeeeaase STOP! You are killing us….’ shrieked my teenager, rolling her kohl-lined eyes. My loquacious tween butted in, ‘Mom, this is so unfair. You are not even a real fan!’ ‘And, FYI… this
Disclaimer: This is not a light read. I have not written this intending to entertain the reader. This is the story of my life, one that is replete with dark, unimaginable secrets. I had never thought of opening up in front of strangers, but certain events happening across the world have inspired me, given me
Summer, 1997 It was the night before Sports Day, the most dreaded day for me, a plump 9 year old whose nightmares would start eons before the actual event. “Fatso! Rolly Polly! Porker! Fatty…” few of the choicest words which were hurled at me every year. Like always, I had been praying for a miracle.
I want an unchained world, where one is free to love, without restrictions. A cosmos where hands held bold in bliss without fear, worry, afflictions. I wish to see the day when no one is judged, ridiculed or punished. With hatred kept at bay, accept one and all. No life shushed, no bloodshed. I dream
The envelope lay on the table; unopened, ignored. I had received the letter a week ago. Even without reading it, I knew the contents. Trnngg trnnggg, the incessant ringing of the phone shattered the silence. It was Khaled, my husband. “My decision is final, you filthy woman”, he barked, banging the phone before I could
George Seething in anger and disgust, he pumped his fists hard against the wall. Wincing in pain, he screamed out loud. The burden of the recent discovery was taking a toll on him. “I have to tell them, else I will go crazy. I cannot deal with this by myself”. With trembling hands, he typed
You have been long gone, resting in Earth’s lap I am all alone. Not a moment lived without missing you. I hear you call me, my eyes search for you. I end up dismayed As it is not you, it’s the voice within. I am still alive For, I am breathing. It’s not oxygen It’s