It is mostly my childhood days that reminisce me the love I carried for the crackers. Indeed a cracker box used to reach me a week prior to the festival. To take the cracker box out from a hidden place at the attic when mom is not around was truly challenging. Every time I climb… Read More Love for the Crackers
Quite recently I did a bike trip to spiti valley and it was as if the nature had put the coveted goal within my reach. The journey accompanied no mobile network, no Facebook, no watsapp, no friends and no family. It was serene and quiet and thought provoking. The very thought of check-in into fb… Read More The Joy of Facebook
Slay not or hurt… I take up all and look after. White my body, black my face… Parity I claim… And I am no lesser. It’s once again March 8th. A year went by. There is no predominant change in the celebration at my office here in Bangalore except for a different saree… Read More Pledge for Parity
Is someone coming up there to get the bowl down or he needs to climb a step up to earn his own food! ‘You never will have a slightest clue about what’s going to happen tomorrow but be ready to receive it without a regret’ – wish I had… Read More Oh… My 25 rupee!
This short story was written as a part of write India contest and the 2 line passage was given by chethan bhagat. We had to spin a yarn by using those 2 lines. Please feel free to leave your valuable comments. Thank you. [Day 1] The darkness had pervaded the very clouds and… Read More A Dream to live
” Freedom is nothing else but a chance to be better “ “Strip him off his clothes in front of his parents, his family and the victim. Tar and feather him. Tie each leg to a horse facing an opposite direction. Set him on fire and beat the horses until they tear him apart. Don’t… Read More “#1947, THE INDIA”
An Old classic Jeep approached the scene and Kunal changes the Jeep’s number plate from ka 11 ek 1513 to PM 11 50, which apparently shows the time correctly at least once a day. As the engine of the jeep started to murmur indicating it is indeed ready for its move, Kunal’s friend popularly known… Read More IMAGINE – A – NATION !
What makes an exchange of words a conversation? Does it necessitate the presence of two people? No. Do you remember how you used to talk to that girl next door in your mind, imagining her replies to your juvenile questions? That was a conversation, right there. Does a conversation have the intimacy of love-birds, the… Read More A Conversation !
I … I … I mean I , I mean, I. . . ! This was how my every conversation used to begin with ( even now !!) , since I was in class 3 and my body , my mind always wanted one thing – ” let no one comes and talks to me… Read More I can overcome! . . . [ If ]
Sometime back , when darkness had pervaded the ignorant clouds, had its influence over the blue sky that made it look black, though the sky waited eagerly for the rains to regain its colour… The transformation takes its time , as it always need to , but He never stopped questioning about the entity he… Read More A beautiful moment !
How I wish I get rid of I ! 