Mr. Sharma, a senior bureaucrat fasts during the pious Navratri. He is very stringent in the rituals to be observed. No wonder, his last meal
Author: Saravjot Hansrao
Saravjot is a Human Resource Specialist who finds writing as a stressbuster. She feels at peace and connected to herself when she writes. She also contributes as a content writer.
King of the Desert
“Rolling Stones gather no moss; they say, But life kept me rolling till I was taken away, From a burdensome routine, grit and grime, Thrown
My Friend Jeevan
As the last rays of the sun bid adieu to the horizon, the starry night opens its arms to the dense forest. The picturesque view
A Warrior Rises
The period is the 18th century, the era of the ‘Warriors’ as is described in today’s India and erstwhile Bharat. Warrior communities across India were
The Shades of Life
A windy day, heavily cast skies spreading gloom than cheer. London is unpredictable. Whether the people or the weather, both equally hard hitting. For the
A Lesson Well Learnt
As dusk approached, the plump rain drops settled on the thick layer of brown soil akin to glass beads, reflecting light to spread colourful hues
A Helping Hand
The downpour was relentless, washing away layers of grime and filth from all around. Though Ratna was glad at the arrival of the monsoon, the
The Dream Awaits
Life in a middle class family teaches one to value not just money but also dreams. It was the same for me. “Yes….people….that’s me….Rhea. Small
From Darkness to Light
My fondest memories of childhood are from the dinner table. The much awaited meal of the day, where all the family got together to eat
The Happiness Pixie
Splish-Splash, splish-splash went her boots as she hustled towards the tiny dwelling cosily tucked into the old Oak tree’s bosom. It was the middle of
An Ode to Anonymity
The vagaries of time were writ large on her face. Strangely, despite being Gen X, I connected to the many stories that ran across her
The Wakeup Call
“We don’t need no education, we don’t need no thought control No dark sarcasm in the classroom…….” Pink Floyd got louder and the trance got
Enduring Love
Moonlight filtered through the silver silhouetted clouds and spread like a façade over the lush agrarian landscape. At the far end of this surreal expanse
A Quirky Holiday
“Kanta, Kanta”, thundered Rohini’s voice as she frantically went room to room checking cupboards and drawers. Kanta too scampered room to room trying to locate
Dear Santa – from Phalgun
Dear Santa……. Just like last year, I am writing this letter to you to ask for a Christmas present but, not for me, for my
A Novel Journey
“Trrrrring……Trrrrrring”, the alarm buzzing away didn’t seem to breach through Jayant’s sleep. The repeated buzzing forced Ma to come down from the adjoining room and
Knock Them Down
Waking to the alarm was no longer a habit for Ankita. More than the alarm clock, it was the body clock that was more accurate,
A Game of Fate
It was that time of the day when the hills lit up with hundreds of bulbs and lamps peeping from here and there. The starry
The Gold Medalist
Nothing can be more precious than life. No situation can be worse than standing at cross roads to choose between life and death. Such was
The Sleepwalker
“Oh No!” not again, came the shriek from Meeta as she darted towards the storeroom on the second floor. “How the hell does grandma manage