The blue skies were now almost dark grey with all the clouds that had gathered. It looked like another rainy day. He cursed under his breath for having worn his new pointed formal shoes. She’d had a particularly bad day in office, like she had got out of the wrong side of the bed.
This post has been published by me as a part of Blog-a-Ton 55; the fifty-fifth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. In association with Rashmi Kumar, the author of Hooked, Lined and Single and Jyoti Arora, the author of Lemon Girl. The rain pelted the aluminium sheet … Read more
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.
I wish I could remember. Those conversations, those fights. I wish.
Arti and Bindu lived in rooms at the opposite ends of the main corridor that ran along the first floor of their hostel. They got along really well. It felt like something clicked when they met. Time seemed to stand still for Arti and she was really happy on getting Bindu as her friend. … Read more
She woke up in the dead of the night, startled at the â€˜clinkâ€™ in the house that was empty but for her. In spite of the cold in the room, she felt thirsty. Reaching out to the jug of the water she was habitual of having in the bedroom, the lightness of it surprised … Read more
The flip side of the monsoon, which by the way is my favourite season, is that it gets people to think a lot, and they think up the most unhappy things about themselves. Even when told that they are better than they give credit to themselves for, they just donâ€™t want to believe you. … Read more
Thundering Skies Tall Swaying Coconut Palms Broken Lonely Heart PS: This is my first attempt at Haiku, a style I have consciously kept myself away from as I felt that I could never do justice to it. If there are any mistakes, please do point out, Iâ€™d love to learn but please be a … Read more
On a rainy dayâ€¦ thatâ€™s when it all started! Waiting in the bus shelter, I prayed for the downpour to cease. Donâ€™t get me wrong, I love the rains. In fact rainy season is my all time favourite season and every year I look forward to the monsoons. The sky was opening up, letting out … Read more