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…
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.Continue reading “The Unfamiliar Touch”
It is difficult not to have heard of Hornbill festival, but it is quite possible that you have no clue about it. For many of us, Hornbill is a cool festival that happens somewhere in the North East. A festival we have been hearing about from random people and tourists traveling to India. Well, letContinue reading “Have you visited the Hornbill festival?”
As I sit in a cafeteria and mesmerize at my newly developed love for French Press, I cannot help but ponder over a youngster’s plea seeking his way towards the world of blogging…
“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?” “AnContinue reading “What difference does a colour make?”
Entertainment, or being engaged is essentially the primary substance of existence. You can strip away everything but the need to be engaged does not go away.
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 apparentContinue reading “The Girl In The Black”
It was a bright day in April, the clocks were striking noon. The dark figure swiftly made his way through the narrow alley in an effort to escape the summer wind. Slipping through the wooden doors of an old dilapidated mansion behind, he entered along with a swirl of gritty dust. The mansion hallway smelled ofContinue reading “The Man In A Portrait”