Category: Fiction

The First Diamond

Chandni stacked the remaining files neatly in one corner of her desk to deal with them the next day. She seemed to be the only one around on the entire floor of her company office. It wasn’t late but a lot of people had left for the day. She wondered why. “Oh yes, how could…


The Indian Rapunzel

Taking forward the Shakti series, here’s another dilemma women face in the Indian society. Mundane as it might sound but this one is about the expected length of a woman’s hair that the society has defined as beautiful. She looked at her long luxurious tresses as she ran her fingers through them gently. Her crowning glory,…


The Shakti Ride

Here I am with the next post for the Shakti series that I started recently. If you’ve missed it, read the first post here. Shakti is the face of the new age woman who is found amidst day-to-day situations which are common maladies in today’s fast-changing world. If you ponder on these seemingly normal instances that…


The Shakti Dress Code

Meet Shakti. She is the new face of an enlightened lot of Indian women. She is a well-educated woman in her late twenties. Comes from a middle-class Indian family. She works for an MNC in a metro, taking home a decent pay-package. People respect her for the way she has carved a niche for herself…


One night on the Grand Trunk Express

The train chugged into the ink-black horizon dotted with grey tufts of the melting dusk. She sat by the window on the side berth of a sleeper coach, her hair blowing wildly along the horizontal bars on the window with her face turned outwards serenely gazing at some place far away in the dark. Her…


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…


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…


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…