It was not the first time that Veena’s privacy was violated. It had happened at coaching classes, sports practices and even shopping centers where… Continue reading The prying eyes
Teary eyed, sensing a warm rush from her stomach approaching her head, she looked up and groaned, ‘I don’t want to wear those torn shoes to school tomorrow.’ ‘Don’t go to school then. I don’t have time for all these tantrums.’ She rushed to the adjacent room and cried. Anger was unacceptable in her house. Children were not supposed to be angry. Children were supposed … Continue reading The Unfamiliar Touch
All good things come to an end, or that is what they say. The end of a probable beginning. The same goes for this. The story of the end of a saga. A story that almost began. The fall, the skip, the ambiguity. A time that indicates… … a goodbye. The two years of life. A thousand arrows piercing through with the soulless soul falling … Continue reading Once upon a time in the curious life of a coffee roaster
“Is that your friend?” “Yea dad! And he is quite intelligent.” “Well! He is dark. I can’t even see his face clearly.” “It’s a dark photograph dad. Trust me, his face is visible enough just like his personality.” “Where is he from?” “He is from India.” “Definitely not a Christian. A Muslim? Or a Hindu?” “An agnostic probably, but yes, his ancestors are Muslims.” “Doesn’t he … Continue reading What difference does a colour make?
I hurried through one corridor after another. Looking for a stairway. “It would be fun to be lost, as other people were ” I thought! I knew of course, that I could not be, even for a moment. But I was still having trouble finding a stairway that would take me up. “Perhaps I would never find one, and I would have to wander for days. … Continue reading A Dream
Rahul woke up first, with his bruised and dented thoughts. Unsure of what was being pursued? The thoughts, the idea, the likeliness or the augmentation. It was a conundrum, this love. He sat and watched the freckled face, still soundly asleep next to him. Pillowed on the arm of his hands. Except for the apparent sternness developed from grueling years of field visits, she was … Continue reading The Girl In The Black