He is the first person I look at when I wake up. He is the first one I talk to everyday. He is the first one I hug and cuddle in the morning. The guy is quiet, observant yet absent minded, taller than me and pampers me a lot. At social functions and family get-togethers, … Read more

Paru’s Umwelt

This post was submitted for a contest at 1HundredWorks. If you like this story, please vote for me by liking/sharing/commenting/tweeting on my story over at their site. Cheers 🙂 Paru’s Umwelt The day had begun like always. There was nothing different in the sunrise today and the sunrise yesterday – Paru slept late as usual … Read more

From Yesterday to Today, the Story of Hope

The master of ceremonies invites Mr. Ansh Kiran, the recipient of the prestigious Golden Citizen Award, to give a speech of acknowledgement. “I accept this honour you bestow upon me, and dedicate it to my bhayya, Kiran. You must be surprised to note that I called you bhayya – my elder brother. I have always … Read more

That Day In June

Tomorrow marks one more year since mother left all of us alone, to lead our lives normally without her. Every time she told us that once her children me and my two sisters, were all grown up and settled in life, she would leave us all and go to find some peace, and to live … Read more

A Fistful of Rose Petals

“Maaaaaaaa! Gueshh what I got…” my little birdie chirped in her ever pleasing sing song voice. “Hmm.. what is it baby?” “Gueshh naaaa…!!” the birdie’s voice is gaining frequency the minute. She is every bit her father’s daughter – loving, raucous and edgy. Looking up at her from the book I am reading, see that … Read more

Your Call

Anand, You found this letter so late because I never posted –  you were always so busy – at the office with work and at home with your sons and Mrinalini. Ever since your baba left, I have been very lonely, with no one to share my stories and agonies with. Every Sunday I made … Read more

The Blue Doorway

Pic Courtesy Fotolia This blue doorway was her favourite. It was in front of these very same doors he went down on one knee- like the typical hero in her romance novels, and asked her if she would marry him. He seemed least bothered about the onlookers gawking at them from every window, and across … Read more

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