The Unfamiliar Touch

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

What difference does a colour make?

“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?

The Girl In The Black

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

It was not the river that chose to flow through the cities!

I flicked through the stream of water as it jittered down the path. The surrounding green plush, the serenity, and the solitude. Heaven on earth or that’s what I thought it to be. Despite the chirping birds and the deer on the lookout crossing my path, the area was surprisingly empty and calm. Probably this is what we label as the calmness post or preceding … Continue reading It was not the river that chose to flow through the cities!