The Bitter After-Taste #Ishithaa

The rice sat on the plate, untouched.
The curry tasted salt-less, uncooked even.
Solitude was bearable, but loneliness was scary.
Nostalgia left a bitter after-taste, no mouthwash could remove it.
If only time could be bribed.

 

Ishithaa is participating in the Write Tribe Pro Blogger Challenge where the prompt today is Nostalgia.

 

The Cart Puller

  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 more

A Long Walk Home

“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 more

And We Remained – Book Review

  Book Blurb: It is Bangalore in the late 1990’s. There are tremendous socio-economic and cultural transformations taking place as a result of liberalization. How would these changes impact a group of friends in their late teens? How would they cope, find opportunities and what of their original identities would they be left with, after … Read more

At The Thulasithara

  The moths struggled to land near the lamp whose flame was threatened by the evening breeze. Kartikeyan watched the shadows shift and change shapes as the source of light continued its unsteady dance. Struggling to stand up and supporting himself against the wall, he got up calling out to Lord Krishna. Kartikeyan’s relationship to … Read more

Before The Mehndi Faded

The mehndi hadn’t faded from her hands, yet the tears had made indelible streaks on her pretty little face. Not one to run away from demons, this one she was scared to face.

Memories of a Bygone Onam

Preparations were going on in full swing. Not a single student was idle and everyone was occupied with various tasks.

How I Missed My Train

He literally plucked my heart out and walked all over the broken pieces and trampled my feelings. That day, for the first time in my life, I missed my train.

Her Favourite

  Innocent friendship, incessant chatter, constant laughter – that had always been the way they were. Years went by, times changed, people changed; but not their bond. Of all the gifts, this pebble from one of his swimming expeditions was her favourite. She’d preserved it for so many years, it reminded her of them.   … Read more

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