How am I supposed to recognize you, if you don’t send me your pic?”, she had asked exasperatedly on the phone. “Hey… let the blind date be blind”, he had replied in that heavenly baritone. “I will be wearing a
Read More »How am I supposed to recognize you, if you don’t send me your pic?”, she had asked exasperatedly on the phone. “Hey… let the blind date be blind”, he had replied in that heavenly baritone. “I will be wearing a
Read More »Even as a toddler, Binita had shown signs of taking a liking to the profession. Her parents worked in Mumbai. Binita was born and brought up in that big city. The parents tried their best for their darling daughter’s comfort
Read More »“Mama, there is a bone stuck inside my throat.” I cried out while eating my lunch. Mama ran to me from the kitchen. She asked me to drink water. “It’s still hurting”, she looked worried. There came my grandmother. “Bohu
Read More »Munna finds them a job. “Yes we are going to Amsterdam’,screamed Pranab after a talk with Munna. Sujata’s joy knew no bounds. Sujata and Pranab were trying to save money for a flat in Gurgaon. They wanted to have two
Read More »The ladies in our club always make fun of her behind her back. “She is loud”, some say. “She is brash”, say others. Some go to the extent of saying “She lacks all feminine qualities.” ‘She’ is Sagarika, my
Read More »“Death is inevitable. Here goes the most talented, intelligent and beautiful woman”, said a sombre but scary voice. The voice subsided, and the sound ‘thud’ of a body dropping was heard. Draupadi fell from the side of the snowclad mountain.
Read More »Our errand boy Gopal handed over a letter to me. “Sir, the postman brought this”, he said. It was an inland letter. “Who writes letters these days!”, I thought while turning it over. I saw the sender’s name – it
Read More »The wise say, why wander hither and thither, Temples, mosques and churches; He is within you. Have I found Him within me? Not yet; But I see Him, In the sun, in the moon, In the hills, mountains, rivers, and
Read More »The golden period of one’s life is childhood. The innocent mistakes, the punishments are nostalgic. Here I am going to describe one, which I told to little gadget addicted grand daughter. Long back, Geeta’s and our family, lived in the
Read More »Gone are those golden days My unforgettable girlhood days; The delight of roaming with friends On the wide roads, with the fresh breeze blowing, Bougainvilleas peeping from both sides, the mosaic colours of red, yellow and white. No fear of
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