The Waiting

Source: Google Images He leaned onto the window sill, desperately waiting for them to appear in his line of vision. Letting out a deep sigh, he’d have sworn his senses that he’d heard the gate to the fenced villa swing open. False alarm. It was Ramu Kaka, the housekeeper who walked in with a pile…


Feet of my Dreams

I have never had dainty feet. There was never a pair of tiny shoes I have fit in ever since I exited primary school. A shoe size – 40 is not really a very slender sight, you see, especially for a lady. To top it, my feet are broader than the ones you see on…


The Smartphone Catch

There, he was at it again.”When do you ever leave that phone alone?” ¬†I questioned my son who was at an age where I could reprimand him for not behaving old enough for his age, at the same time treat him like a baby as per the nature of the situation. He replied without looking…


Safe with Mother

The pelting raindrops descended with force splashing in fury on the concrete pipe before sliding down in fervent streams. The rhythmic sound it created had put her infant baby to sleep after a torturous session of wailing. The raging winds, the crackling thunders and the moist surroundings had kept the panic stricken baby awake for…


Birth of Fiction

Source: Google Images Once upon a time, long ago, Thoughts met Words. Actually, Thoughts was looking for the right Words to get his work through. They met, brainstormed, debated, broke apart, lost each other mid-way, rediscovered each other with a renewed perspective and mingled. Their love-hate relation led to the murders of a lot of…


The Circle of Fragrance

So, you’re here to check out what I’ve posted today. What you don’t know is that you are blessed to have come here to read this post. Because, I’m sending out good energy to one and all who are connected, detached, known, unknown/indifferent to me, my loved ones, my haters, all included. Not that I’m…


#FacebookMotherhoodDare – from a mother’s perspective

Idly scrolling through my Facebook news feed a few days back, I came across this post on the Motherhood Facebook dare, which led me to an outburst prompted by the sheer unfairness of the thought behind the post. What follows in my post here has turned out to be a series of questions and each…


Turpentine scented memories with Hema and Chintan Upadhyay

As my cell phone beeped notifying me of yet another random WhatsApp ¬†message that lazy Sunday afternoon, I reached out to scan the contents of the message only to be rudely shaken out of my weekend snooze. It was a website link forwarded by a friend stating the news of the gruesome murder of an…


Unseen Strings of Melody

She sat curled up in her usual posture on the easy chair, cocooned in the little balcony of her apartment. Her smile accentuated her soft features. He looked on absorbing each moment of her presence as though his life depended on it. The overcast skies suddenly glowed as though reacting to her smile, as soft…


A Stupid Story

Have you ever heard of someone by the name of “Stupid?” I guess not. But well, that is one name that brings a smile to my face every time I’m reminded of the little imp of a character I had ended up giving that atrocious name to. Way back in my college days, someone had…