It was 9.30 am. The regular hustle bustle seemingly a little slow today, on account of a festival. The train station almost never empty, seemed like an old picture that was fading away at its edges. Few people scattered around the platforms, some still sleeping under dirty sheets carrying someone’s past giving someone’s present basic […]Read more "Slow"
Its Saturday night, And the sun’s going down. The keys of the piano, Long for your gentle touch. The guitars on the wall, Stand undeterred gathering dust. The sky takes on shades of purple, The October heat pauses to, Give the lace curtains a tremble. Our house on the hill, Sways silently, To the beat […]Read more "Routine"
The screech of the chalk end on the blackboard got Anvita back to reality, back to her microbiology lecture in college, back from a sheet of paper that had the portrait of faceless woman with hands sketched to the last detail. Turning the page on her diary, Anvita did a quick detailed diagram of the […]Read more "World Mental Health Day"
I’ve been fascinated with windows all my life. Just like most children, I wanted the window seat in every bus and unlike most children I never got tired of looking outside; looking at the cityscape pass me by or the country life that leaves us behind. I didn’t realize when my fascination with windows slowly […]Read more "Windows"
I’ve spent the past few days, almost a month, looking at you die a slow death. It hurts me to see you like this. It hurts me to see I can’t do anything despite my best efforts. I still remember the day you were born. You were nothing but a string of thought in the […]Read more "The death of a story"
Stepping into the dark home, Annika fumbled to turn on the light. She flicked the switch once, but the lights didn’t come on. She frantically flicked it on and off again, but the lights didn’t give the slightest buzz. Something about the house made it feel like it wasn’t hers. There was no wind in […]Read more "Welcome Home – Part IV"
“Damn it! I told Jay to get me the spare key!”, Annika cursed the moment she realized she had reached home before him. Sitting on the staircase outside her home, she called Jay. “Where are you? I’ve reached already! And I’m locked out. Thanks to you. I don’t know why you still haven’t gotten the […]Read more "Welcome Home – Part III"
It was in the second week post Annika’s yes to Jay’s proposal that Jay gave her another big surprise. Guiding a blindfolded Annika through a lift and up a few stairs, Jay came to a sudden stop. Annika had by now run out of guesses. Is it a bachelorette party? Is it a pre-wedding gift? […]Read more "Welcome Home – Part II"
It wasn’t until after the loud clapping noises had turned to gasps and whispers that Annika realized what had happened. By then Jay who was still kneeling with the ring in his hand almost had tears in his eyes that he was violently blinking away in the back. There was a strange thickness in the […]Read more "Welcome Home – Part I"
When I first started this blog, I never ever thought, even in my wildest dreams that I would one day do a blog post about my own debut book. I’ve visited many of your blogs and it has only inspired me to continue writing. While writing a book has always been a secret dream, I […]Read more "Debut Novel – Tales Of Her"