Bhoomi waited for the 343 bus to take her home. The unkind sun was making everyone in the queue sweat and the stench of perspiration mixed with the various deodorants was giving her a bad headache. The only relief was that it was just a 30 minutes journey in the bus and then she would … Read moreBrave #AtoZChallenge
She rubbed her eyes, forcing them to open, only to see she was snuggled inside a very hairy pair of arms. It took her a moment to fully grasp where she was and how she had got there. Turning to look at the face that belonged to the arms, she thought to herself, … Read moreAgony | A | #AprilAtoZ
Each year April is special for the blogging community as a lot of us embark on the AtoZ Challenge. Today’s post revolves around the word Affection.
I wake up, perspiring. The clock is ticking and I know I don’t have much time. The sun is setting and the shadows are growing longer. The darkness does nothing to calm me, I know it is just a dream that shook me up so; but lately my reality is becoming more horrific than my … Read moreDear Son
“I can’t find it mummy! Where did you keep it?” “How will I know. Try to remember where you kept it. “ “Oh c’mon mom… please… I know that you know… I don’t have time for this now!! Please… my bus will be here soooonnn” “I am scared to go search in your room. There … Read moreWhere Is It?
Once upon a time, inside the dark forest there lived a ferocious lion. He ruled upon the forest but none of the animals were afraid of him. Because he was a just and noble king, the subjects of his kingdom lived happily ever after. My friend Leo and I are writing on the same theme for … Read moreOnce Upon A Time
“Etta, what came first, the egg or the hen?” “I don’t know. Go ask daddy. You and your weird questions!” “Daddyyyyy” “Not now Esther. Daddy is busy.” When he saw how his daughter’s face fell, he pulled her into his lap, “What’s it kiddo?” “Daddy, the hen or the egg?” “The egg came into existence … Read moreThe Egg or The Hen
Stretching himself as much as possible, in spite of the pain he was in, he struggled to align his spine as perfectly possible against the hard charpoi in tiny aangan of his old house. Inside, he heard his wife squirm as she turned to lie on her other side, the pain she was in … Read moreThe Cart Puller
“No Joe, please don’t force me. I can’t.” “But why Marie? C’mon, trust me. I know you can do it. Just try, please? For me?” “I ‘m sorry Joe. You have to understand me here. I cannot do this. Anything else but this. Please? I’ll do whatever you say, except this.” “Okay I will not force you, … Read moreA Long Walk Home