You are the stallion of the races, you draw a million gazes, I am the black sheep in the night, I hide in plain sight.
Author: Khushboo Shah
Khushboo Shah is an ophthalmologist by profession. She is either examining eyes or trying to read the stories they tell. Both prose and poetry that she writes are generally heavily inspired by everyday happenings around her.
My Un(usual) Breakup Story
You read out the piece of paper under the chair- ‘DONT LEAVE’. You know it is meant for you. Without hesitation, you add an apostrophe
Simon vs. The HomoSapiens Agenda
I am not exactly the young adult fiction type, least of all the rom-com type. And yet, I picked this one. And I am not
Dream Come True
Grant Road, Mumbai. Present day. The steam from the cutting chai moistened the lower margin of the newspaper, as Salim pored over a page. The
The Voice of Choice
“May I?” He looks straight into my eyes. The June wind wooshes, making the Ashoka trees sway. It might rain tonight. *** At ten years
A Rebel called Hope
Head Quarters of Doom, 2:00 AM The envoy walked in scratching the back of his neck. It took his green eyes a moment to adjust
The Familial Liar
Giuliano held the yellowed paper in his trembling hands. His green eyes narrowed even as he drew the letter close enough to bury his long
Trunk Call From the Land of the Queen
Alice dipped her Khari biscuit in the teacup. She willed her shaky hands to retrieve the Khari before it disintegrated into innumerable diaphanous sheets. Her
Barbie Dream
I am the sculpture I so willed to be, Behold my chiselled nose, peaking cheekbones, Each muscle stuffed and to perfection carved, I’m beauty that
When the World Went Dark
All in all a wonderful book, delicately showing by example, how everyone around can help a child deal with a huge loss. Recommended for children and adults alike.
The Happy World Project
What’s so funny? Loughaton, January 2018, 8:00 AM “Haa, ha ha ha ha!” The folks stood in a circle. Raising their hands, they embarked on
The Malevolent Newbie
Women bore me with their predictability. They are always busy. Complaining. Being slaves to the needs of others. Often, fighting for the right to live
My Enviable Empty Nest
Astute as a child, whimsical at sixty three, Askew all schedules, each moment I handpick, Asking for second helpings of ice cream for free, Askance
A Symphony of Colours
“Helll…gaaa!” “Grandma Friggy? When did you arrive?” Helga gazed at the wisps of smoke around the old lady. “As soon as I saw you tidying
Father and Son
“Pa, why must we go to sleep?” “Too much waking makes us weep.” “Pa, why do stars stay up at night?” “To count humans, they’re
Pom and Jerry
November 13, 2031. 3PM. “No more Pizza, French fries, Cola. No more cheese! Do you understand Pompom?” My mother’s words echoed in my ears. The
Nested Interests
The courtroom was jam-packed. Birds of a feather flocked together with birds of different feathers. The plaintiff, Mr Raven, perched with his chest inflated. The
