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Not this time, she thought. The C\’s and D\’s had not changed. Nor had the lonesome A+ but something in her had. For she made a conscious choice to focus on the latter, no matter what the world chose to highlight. Putting the marks card down, she hugged her son. Next day he woke up…
“When kids have you, they don’t need added sugar, your words are like Honey” Dad teased Mom as her heart melted like Maple syrup…. “ But Sweetheart, yours are like cool melon, on a sunny day” Mom blushed beetroot red. “But nothing like Granny’s love; pure and comes organically, like a dollop of jaggery” son…
The heart wants what it wants, but one cannot always get it. At seven, Gowri knew this bitter truth too well; as she swept and mopped luxurious homes and became nanny to children just couple of years younger, her dreams evaporated from her eyes and she could no longer hear desires of her heart. But…
A hot summer day. Cold ice cream in your hand. I see the dichotomy even in old photo. But opposites terrify me now. Those deafening noises of newsrooms. Absolute silence from you. Buzzing activity of the courtroom. The chilling stillness of your crime. This world always divides everything into two extremes. They say a warm…
Her most prized possession, her first toy, lay nestled amidst several prizes and awards that adorned the showcase of her comfortably plush home. It was a hand-me-down, a worn out and ragged teddy bear made of soft fur. The kind that was manufactured in thousands at the biggest toy factory of her city, which she…
He was lying motionless on the hospital bed; only sign of life in him, the rising and falling of his chest, was also assisted by a ventilator. Just a glimpse of his inebriated face, before that dreaded accident, before her whole life had fallen apart was enough to haunt her for two years. Yet today,…
She had bid a tearful goodbye with henna covered hands; he had waved back, his eyes reflecting his heavy heart…that was their last time together.. His memories flooded her being as train left the station. Sleeping on his lap telling silly stories; chasing butterflies and dancing in the rain… his hot pakoras and cool milkshakes,…
He laughed when they questioned him about darkness.. they couldn’t fathom the light that filled his world; the spark in his words and brilliance of his intellect could ignite any impressionable young mind…. His warm, radiant smile belied the unquenchable fire in his belly as he added laurels to his kitty throughout his life.. Writer,…
“I got some colours and pichkari for you” “ No I can’t take them. Your mother will not like it. Besides my father said he will buy me everything in evening once his payment comes” “But today is holiday for all workers. Don’t worry, my mother will not notice as we have so many colours…