Twelfth standard or HSC is hard and what you do in that one year can make or break your life – or so they used to program us kids in my day. So when the year began, the tuitions amped up, the homework stretched into nights and the tests became the incessant reminders of howContinue reading “Vini”
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No More Goodbyes
I am never again doing a goodbye. I am tired of goodbyes. I think I have had my very unfair share of goodbyes for someone only hitting their late thirties … I think I am numb now. You know… like how your leg feels, or doesn’t feel when you get up after sitting cross leggedContinue reading “No More Goodbyes”
The Break-up Bench
And yet another love story ended on me.Have you ever imagined having the butt end view of love stories? Pun intended.Well, you see….destiny has decreed that that’s what my life will be.I was born here.Right in front of this lake.Let me see…It must have been some seventy years back. More? Maybe. See, Sameer there, belowContinue reading “The Break-up Bench”
Rewriting Red
“Which color?” “Not Red” – I typed. Then deleted. Do you seriously erase a color from your palette for a person? Is that a thing. It shouldn’t be a thing. “Um .. shades of blue?” I typed back. “Ah…well, this model doesn’t really do blue that well. Are you open to shades of red? ItContinue reading “Rewriting Red”
Grumpy’s Mornings
“I don’t do mornings” – that’s a tshirt I am going to be asked to get cremated in. I DON’T DO MORNINGS -I want to shout it out from the top of my terrace and let the whole town know. I don’t do mornings – I want to put that up as the work IMContinue reading “Grumpy’s Mornings”
A Match Unmade in Traffic
The wedding went well. Small, happy event. Natasha was given special mention by both families and gifted generously. She was embarrassed and happy as she left the reception and waited for her cab. Tomorrow was a big day. She had a sequence of meetings lined up with prospective funding agencies. The campus entrepreneurship cell hadContinue reading “A Match Unmade in Traffic”
My Portal to Peace – Sunset Point
I felt peace. It was 2 am in the morning, or the night.The sky was clear. Sparkling. Literally. With a million stars and the seven of my favourites, the saptrishi, were right above. At the perfect viewing angle.The moon was the right shape. Not the boring full circle. But the elegant crescent, placed right amidstContinue reading “My Portal to Peace – Sunset Point”
A New Life… A New Story…
You, little Radhika, yes, for me you will always be little. You were born into my arms. Or atleast that’s how I choose to remember it. For a moment, in all that confusion and chaos, when your drunk father was absent and your aunt had gone away for her lunch and your mother was underContinue reading “A New Life… A New Story…”
Price of Pride and Power
“I am your mother and I know best.“ Mrs. Shenoy declared at the dinner table. Both Abhishek and Mr. Shenoy looked at her resolute face, looked at each other and got back to meticulously slicing the delicious palak-dosa on the plate. They knew better than to challenge a riled-up Mrs. Shenoy. They had spent hoursContinue reading “Price of Pride and Power”
Today for a Tomorrow
*Picture courtesy https://www.picnstory.com/ That was the first time Natasha saw him with a kid. Natasha’s friend had recently brought a beautiful baby girl into the world and they were visiting Natasha’s home for the first time. They had never met Abhishek in the three years they’d been together so Natasha invited Abhishek as well, kindContinue reading “Today for a Tomorrow”
Dreams Unlimited 