The eyes filled to the brim. The tears welled over. They were held back for long. She was preparing yet another ungrateful meal. Bruise on her arm hurt her less than the aching heart. The bruise she knew would heal. But the tear in heart would stay sore. She picked the onion, the golden one.Continue reading “The golden onion #99wordstory”
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Grime sticks on the dishes
The grime stuck stubbornly on the plate. Blood red, dried and flaky, remnant of the meal, they never finished. It started amicably but then turned toxic, like how it had always been. It was a relief if some of the dishes actually reached the sink. Rest unfortunate ones shattered on her face and stained walls.Continue reading “Grime sticks on the dishes”
Buoyancy of Joy
This post was written in 2018. Wouldn’t remember the exact date of the scribble. Who really knows when did it get itched in the mind. The trigger was a stress ball which lay scarred in a corner, yet retaining the smiley face. It was published on this blog first on 12 Oct 2018. Re-Posting itContinue reading “Buoyancy of Joy”
Ritual in the dark morning #99wordstory
My hand lifts instinctively to strike. The precision comes from years of practice. Every morning at 5 am, it is a ritual that forms an integral part of my daily routine.The strike is done with closed eyes only guided by the sound of the target. The fearful target whines in an almost melancholic shriek. WithContinue reading “Ritual in the dark morning #99wordstory”
Khamosh tare
रात की चहल पहल मेंतारे ख़ामोश थेकुछ आवाज़ ना हो जाएबादल, चुपचाप चल रहे थेचाँद आधा चमक रहा थाशायद कुछ छुपाए हुए थावो कदम साथ साथ चल रहे थेऔर धड़कन भीकुछ ना कहाफिर भी कहानी कह गएवो गूंजती धड़कनऔर वो ख़ामोश तारे
Wings on the wall
She always wondered what it was, that drew her to the inanimate wings etched on the wall.On that fateful night, on the way back from her office, she was surrounded by the uncouth, lecherous ruffians of the neighbourhood who had been stalking her. As she struggled in the clutches of the evil, she felt helplessContinue reading “Wings on the wall”
The keyboard of life
Each press of fingerPuts a letter on screenOn their own they are just a soundTogether they make senseThe letters make sound Some words are smallEasy to spell and simpleSome are long and complicatedTongue twisters and sophisticatedThe words make meaning Each having a same purposeTo convey a meaningAs a string in the sentenceThat’s part of theContinue reading “The keyboard of life”
Which one is the truth…?
Ridhesh and Meghna have always been the travelling types. Any travel was an opportunity for them to move out of the program codes on their computer screens and into the real world. Both had graduated together from NIT with BTech with majors in Computer Science. Making conversations with people they meet and living the customsContinue reading “Which one is the truth…?”
Inheritance
The rubber tried to hold on to the tar, but it was a losing battle. The speed was too high and time too less. Umesh was distracted by the message on the mobile as he executed the turn on the hilly serpentine road to Manali. Swathi slept peacefully as many events crowded into the lastContinue reading “Inheritance”
I see it clear
On the 6th floor the blind rolls up with a whir. Turbulence and calm, converse in silence with a drunken slur. The glass fights the noise and wins Allowing private space for the divergent twins Flashes of lights leave a trail on the busy arrow of time Reminder of the many scars as the faceContinue reading “I see it clear”
My Tales Within 