Tuesday, 16 October 2018

Why do you love the world? …for a little bit of Sunshine!!!


The day was too much for her to handle… even after giving her sweat and blood to the organization, even after sacrificing most of the precious family gatherings, even after burning the midnight oil with no extra perks, she was sacked for no fault of hers. How could she simply be asked to leave the company after 10 years of integrity? Well, it was the last straw and she knew that she was barking up the wrong tree. Nina called up her travel agent and got her air tickets booked to Seychelles, that tiny, isolated dot in the Indian Ocean. After a quick shopping of all the essentials, she neatly packed her bags and in no time headed to the airport.

Thursday, 11 October 2018

The Misfit



It was one of those happy, bright and beautiful, summer mornings when he was ready to start school, but little did he knew, his young life would change forever. He zealously stepped into this big, luscious school waving back at his beaming mother, exuberating confidence and giving her a promising smile, that he will give his best. On entering the gorgeous classroom, he couldn’t contain his happiness to be a part of the luxuries flashing all around him. The welcoming doors, see-through glass windows, the shiny boards, the colour coordinated walls, the comfortable chairs, the sturdy desks and the personalized lockers, amazed him to bits. 

Tuesday, 9 October 2018

Am I your favourite day dream?



Our careful eyes accidentally met, you were sitting right across my table, shamelessly devouring your Christmas pie and in a fraction of seconds I was wandering down the memory lane. Honestly, any girl would have fallen in for those intoxicating eyes but apparently, I seem to be the only one who thought this way when my friends laughed their hearts out. Hail forever Mr. Plato, indeed, beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder! 

Those feelings still smelled as fresh as a morning daisy, that excitement was brewing like hot coffee beans, and the aroma dawdled in the air.

Sunday, 22 April 2018

Sudha says...


Disclaimer: Characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to persons living or dead, is purely coincidental. 

I am not an attractive face and many refer to me as a woman who came from the jungles – coarse and dark skinned, frizzy unmanageable hair, weird potato body structure, average height, thick lips and a big nose. I am not a brainy either that I can impress people even with my intelligence. When people see me with my husband, I am laughed at, more often mocked at, and asked a repetitive question – “Sudha, how did you manage to get hitched? Was it some black magic?”  

And somewhere in their deep-dark question, buried a bitter truth.

15 years have passed, I have no children and there isn’t any spark to the relationship I share with my husband, Shekhar. Marriage moved at a roller coaster speed, faking how beautiful and wonderful it is on the social media and elsewhere. 

Saturday, 15 July 2017

Until We Meet Again!

It was the last day in the city, the place where I grew up and her 1st day at work. She came running down to bid her final lines of farewell. Instead of saying two affectionate words of love, I immediately judged her in my head for the way she had dressed up…ugh….her usual, old, maroon kurta and a black salwar with frizzy, unruly hair pulled to a pony tail. Couldn’t she buy a set of new clothes to be worn on her first day to work? Even a little makeup would have done better. I met her at the lobby and all that we exchanged were a few parting formalities. I could clearly see the silenced pain in her big, deep brown eyes.

Monday, 10 July 2017

The Diary of a 4 year old

Dear Diary,
This happened, on a lousy afternoon, an old friend of Mommy’s pings her up and says that she should re-start writing on her parenting journey. Yes, it had a been a while she wrote for her dear parenting websites (Apologies Sangeetha aunty…but my Mommy heavily misses her old days and I have heard her talking about you so much) about the wacky, yet so memorable my baby and toddler-hood phase. Now that I am 4 years old and slowly outgrowing her lap, it has taken a backseat. Her life revolves around so much more than before. Leave aside all the roller coasters and tora-toras, there are also merry-go rounds to talk about.
What do hilarious discussions, irrational opinions, invalid justifications, unannounced alarm, soiled clothes, unwanted delays have in common? 
Its us, KIDS!

Thursday, 6 July 2017

The Chronicles of the Unspoken

Back in our school days when we were caught for those incessant giggling under the desks on our lame jokes, we were not even given the opportunity to speak up for the chuckles of laughter orchestrated alongside the lesson. How thankful I am to God now, we were usually shown the door or the teacher might have branded us insane and remembered us for our gross humour sense. Agreed, it’s a circumstantial boon and may be even the teacher was least interested in the blame game of who started what, first!!!   

For many like me, there exists a deep, dark tunnel between the mind and the heart. It is that unknown, mysterious subway where you make your life’s toughest decisions. Several times, I have found that even those choices don’t come out in words and in due course get influenced by many whom you meet and connect.

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Until We Meet Again!

It was the last day in the city, the place where I grew up and her 1 st day at work. She came running down to bid her final lines of fa...