The room was pitch dark. It flew. Like his pet owl taking silent flight. He caught the movement from the corner of his eye. The
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.
Seeking Adventure
Chinnu stealthily entered the tree-house with a steel dabba balanced in each hand. “Munchies to pull us through the day.” Chinnu beamed. “Did anyone see
Numbers and I
“Let’s count sheep.” Said Ma, drifting with me far, To dreams coalescing. Wretched digits spoke, ne’er to me at par; Unlike verse caressing. My self-worth
Birds of a Feather
“JAAGO is not just a group of businessmen, it is an emotion. It is a saga, of members of our community coming together to…” The
The Chef and the Surgeon
Scrupulous hygiene we command; Theatres and kitchens demand, Obsessive scrubbing, astringent; Intent and efforts diligent. Work for us, is worship. We function best with favoured
Literary and Literally, Food
I’m angry, I’m hungry. Diet fads’ notoriety, Perennial calorific anxiety, Chasing elusive satiety. Measuring syllable and spice, Sprinkling of Grandma’s advice, Overdoing is but caprice,
Life in the Times of Pendemic
Alice scampered upstairs, two steps at once. I hung on from the seams of her pocket for dear life, as she stumbled on the last
The Song of Dementia
Why do they think I am done with life?Floundering, aberrant, decrepit; I repeat, I forget; not regret.Life is still my stage; I thrive on thoseMeaningful
Lessons of Eventide
Why seize the day? Let calm preside, For dusk needn’t be servile despair; Mirrored in irised twilight, are lessons of eventide. Broken, yet not beyond
Of Puppies and Rainbows
The guard at the school gate spat on the road, leaving a vermillion splatter of tobacco. Chintu dodged the spit as he tried to wiggle
Confessions of a Kindergarten Teacher
Toddlers trickle in like merry sunbeams,Admitting me into their oyster worlds;A new set of tiny hands claps each year,I’ve learnt to detach, they’re not mine
Fairytails
Once upon a time, deep in the woods…. “Hansal, get in, this instant!” Grandma summoned me. I dropped my makeshift sword and walked back home.
Beyond Boundaries
The 19th over, Amy Jones whacks the ball towards wide leg-off… goes for a six…Oh! Harleen Deol catches it…No! She loses balance…. throwing the ball
Seven Stones
“Aeee Matki, shoot!” Radha screamed. The puny guy hurled the ball in an arch. It hit a pile of stones in the centre of the
Travelling Light
Is it not easier to travel light, Than doggedly carry all that I own? Leave doubts behind but take along my might, As I venture
Never Alone
Sandhya’s fingers flexed and extended rhythmically, deftly creating a shadow puppet on the wall. Adi squeaked mirthfully. Sandhya stopped to answer her phone. Mother’s voice
Leap of Faith
Like nutmeg in plum cake or in a coffee blend, Like water to a wilted sapling, Lack, not leap of faith, is worse, my friend.