“May I have a dance with you?” He went down on one knee and asked the lady in red. There were gasps and murmurs from
Author: Smita Jain
Smita Das Jain is the author of ' A Slice of Life: Every Person Has A Story' and 'The Lost Identity.' She lives in Gurugram, India, with her rockstar husband and adorable daughter. Details about her work can be found on www.smitaswritepen.com. She can also be reached on Twitter @SmitaDasJain1, Facebook @smita.dasjain and Instagram @smitadjain.
For a Better World
I was scared of noise till I went deaf. That is what Mama told me. My mother gave birth to me in a dark and
Top of the World
Dark clouds pierced the veil of the horizon and unleashed their fury on earth. The howling wind produced a cacophony in the ears. Somewhere, a
The Long Ride Home
Nina felt she was in a dream until an explosion reverberated through the air, and their car screeched to a halt. Sitting on the driver’s
All’s Fair in Love
Sitting on my magnificent throne in Lankapura, the crowning jewel of my Asura kingdom not long ago, my eyes wander around the empty durbar. The
Everything Different About Me
The curtains are drawn. “Good Morning,” my mother says as the golden hues of the sun reach my eyes. “Abababab,” I reply, covering my face
Guided Missiles, Misguided Men
The waves caressed the boulders on the way before dancing to the shore. The yellow ball of fire scorched the ground beneath its feet. The
The Three Mistakes of My Life
I remember the day as if it was yesterday. The wounds are raw. An engineer-cum-entrepreneur, I am renowned for my innovations- some audacious, a few
From the Horse’s Mouth
Prologue Hydaspes, 326 BC “There is nothing more that can be done,” Philip of Acarnania, the royal physician, remarks to my kyrios¹ and philos² as I
The Three Act Magic
“I love you.” “I love you too.” They gazed into each other’s eyes, their luminous presence dazzling in the dark. Snakes one moment, humans the
Melodies in My Heart
Swati stared at her laptop and waited for the time to display 18:30 before calling it a day. She was preoccupied today, and didn’t work
Masterpiece
Manav got up with a start. He hadn’t slept much, to begin with. Those deep-set eyes had invaded his dreams. He leaned on the bedrail
Till We Meet Again
“I like what I see,” Tanmay told the enthusiastic broker. “This penthouse is the right one for my family and me. Your asking rate is
The Saffron Surge
Dushyant’s father loved saffron and everything associated with the colour for as long as he could remember in his fourteen-year-old life. The walls of their
A Safe Haven
Ayushi loved the location of their new house. Her mother hated it. The Mehra family, comprising twelve-year-old Ayushi, her eight year-old-brother Gopal and their parents,
It’s Never Too Late
It was a busy start to the day as usual. Everyone called out for Chitra. “Bahu, where is my lota of water?” her father-in-law asked
The Race to Glory
The orange ball looked down benignly from the horizon as its golden hues kissed the ground. The trees danced gently to the breeze. The gigantic
The Umbrella Lady
Deewan reluctantly opened the gate to his new home. There were rows and rows of three-storey houses separated by boundary walls in the housing society,
A New Dawn
Dark clouds pierced the veil of the sky. The howling wind produced a loud cacophony. Dusk had dawned early. Pranati worried about reaching on time
Kaleidoscope: A Special Universe
Sasha was in her own world. It was a world which she could understand, where she enjoyed and where she belonged. Everyone in this world
