You walked into my life Against my wish, my fur babies I squirmed, stomped and wanted you out You stayed, I’m glad you did. As
Author: Shailaja Pai
Shailaja Pai is a stay-at-home mom with a newfound passion for writing. She loves writing fiction on women's issues and social issues. She has authored a few blogs on other platforms and won many of their 100-word story contests.
A Warm Love Affair
On a dark, gloomy shelf I now huddle Behind mountains of clothes, unused and old What a wretched life! No one to cuddle In this
The Colour Pencils
Six-year-old Chinnu hopped merrily as she walked home with her mother. Her frock was torn and her little bare feet were calloused. She didn’t mind.
Best Friends
Avni had a glum look on her chubby face. They had recently moved to the village owing to her father’s job posting. This house was
Not My Fault
No, not my fault, It’s them, can you not see? Demotivating naysayers Discouraged and forever dragged me down Circumstances were never mine Help was scarce,
A Beautiful Bond
I thought of her as I sat in the balcony, sipping tea. My husband, Ramesh was putting his shoes on and humming a tune. It
Realization
At forty, there was nothing exciting about life anymore for Varsha. She sighed as she drove through the traffic, trying to focus on the road
Dream Found and Lost
I looked in awe at the endless, vast sea My young mind enticed by the striking blue, Taking the first boat my naive eyes could
I’m There for You
As the last of the mourners left after the twelfth day ceremonial rites, the three bedroom apartment seemed to swallow Anita with its deadly silence.
Yellow Day at Kindergarten
Chirping like a merry bird, walked in my four-year-old, ‘Tomorrow is a yellow day’, her class teacher had told. I racked my brain for ideas
The Favour
Ashish blushed like a love-struck teenager as he glanced at her through the mesh separating the ladies compartment from the general one. Since the day
The Yellowed Pages of Her Diary
In the attic of her cottage on a day, snowy and cold, She sorted through the pile of books, all dusty and old. She found
Morning Walks on the Beach
Radhika glanced at the clock ticking away on the kitchen wall as she chopped the potatoes. It was 6:30 am already. Lunch and breakfast would
Light a Lamp of Dreams
Light a tiny lamp of dreams, let it always glow, Shield it from the raging, whirling, storms within that blow. Let it guide you, let
Nothing Would Change
It was a grand party, a birthday to remember. Kumar and Shobha’s only child, Vaibhavi, turned twenty that day. As the last of the guests
Memories of the School Bus
I hear the faint ring of laughter from that carefree childhood day, Like an echo reverberating, resonating from a distance far away. I fondly reminisce,