a window into the life of a girl usually found procrastinating
Fictional short stories inspired by some real-life experiences.
Countless cars were lining outside the Parkhi house. It was an unusual sight but it was also an unusual day for the Parkhis. Tara was standing by the window of her mother's bedroom, looking over at the crowd assembled outside their house. She wondered if her mother even knew half of them. Taking the last … Continue reading Funeral
It had been raining all night. Lisa was wide awake, waiting for the right moment. It was unlike Lisa to sacrifice sleep for anything but tonight it was different. If her plan worked, she would be able to permanently shed her identity as the lizard-toed girl from the Circus and start a new life. The … Continue reading The Freak Show
how a 'dream-come-true' looks like
It was a hot Summer day. She had just gotten home after a nasty fight with her bench-partner at school. Her little finger was bleeding from a small cut and the black satin ribbon from her ponytail was untangled, messing up her hair. She was angry, and sweating. So she dumped her bag on the … Continue reading There’s always a first
It was just one of those mornings when you want to sleep in for 5 extra minutes. No matter how many times the alarm goes off, you snooze and pull the blanket over your head. Just 5 more minutes, you tell yourself. But the half-asleep mind doesn't realize when 5 becomes 15 and the schedule … Continue reading a day in the life of…
Me, a hopeless romantic dreaming of great love...
You, a nomad caught in the tangles of life
mid-week inspiration, a poem
Lean, tanned and sweaty, a man I uncomfortably stood beside had been staring at the ladies compartment of the train we were in for a long time. I felt disgusted with his behaviour. I was about to ask him to stop staring when he reached to his mobile and opened a recent chat. As a … Continue reading out of the world
Exposing their hearts,
with letters written on the wall.
(art work by Rose Wong) I would like to imagine a parallel universe for us.
Dear Mangi, It has been so long. I miss you. It is a weird world here. India is just a part of it but it is so huge and full of life that I feel India is itself the Earth. But I met a man with big round spectacles and he told me there are … Continue reading A letter from my Earth boyfriend
Day 1: Dry and cold November arrived and I was eager to see you. You were warm around my vulnerabilities and it felt like home. Around you, it wasn’t an effort. Things happened naturally and you made promises. Promises I didn’t want to believe but I always did. And then it had to fade because … Continue reading crinkles of love
Found this interesting write up in the archives of my mail box. It is so apt, I had to share it.
It wasn't a very fancy setting. The street lights and the highway where I had been waiting for the bus, was my routine. Two old ladies and a man in khakis were waiting with me at the bus stop. It was the month of June and the heat had been scorched up too much while … Continue reading Alter Adapt
The summer winds were blowing strong and dry, like the deserts. She was parched and the water didn't help. She needed much more to take it all, from the throat, from the heart. She longed to belong. .. It was a new day. Early morning breeze was soothing. The fall made the roads look shady. … Continue reading Binary
You have called me at 4. So, I get ready by sliding into my favourite pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt. I decide to keep the hair loose, apply a little kohl in the eye and grab a brown leather bag. It is carrying nothing but it completes the look. I like how … Continue reading Heartbreaks
I stop at your door, I ponder over the thought of entering. But like every day, I fight the feelings and decide to go in. As I take a step inside, countless thoughts flood my mind. It’s you in every picture. I wonder why you have left me, alone, wounded, and crying. It is worse … Continue reading Unposted..Unanswered..
It rained that night. It was nothing less than a deluge. The sirens of the police cars could be heard from a distance. The gossiping voices were not audible because of the heavy pouring but I could see a blur gathering of the crowd from my window. The murder of Mr Bajpai and his 22-year-old … Continue reading Oblivious
