As Raj gave his hand to Simran running towards him in slow motion our entire nation waited with bated breath to see what happens next. Not that it wasn’t predictable (the movie’s name gave it away, literally!). We cheered that no khadoos Baujis or weapon-wielding fiancés could stop true lovers from coming together. Dilwale Dulhaniya… Read More Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge and the happily ever after
Chotu clandestinely hid behind a discarded wooden table, his tense eyes locked intently on the door. His tiny frame betrayed his age making him look younger than his ten years. The torn, ragged clothes on him were picked from a garbage dump and smelt funny. Anytime now, he thought. The main street was lined with… Read More Chotu gets his first
For a writer, inspiration can strike anywhere. This beautiful image of a sunrise was shared by a friend in his stories and I immediately requested him to send it to me. I didn’t know what to do with it at the time when he suggested that I use it as a picture prompt for a… Read More Picture Prompt: A Beautiful Morning
Read the first part here. The place was abuzz with activity. The phone had been ringing off the hook, its shrill tone now falling on deaf ears. Everyone had a long day ahead with an unenviable list of tasks set out for them. For a usually quiet precinct that came across petty crimes at best… Read More The Captive – Part 2
Karen’s eyes blinked from the rays of light trickling down from the closed window above. It was morning or afternoon? She had lost all sense of time as she lay curled against the cold wall in a tiny room in the cold dark and damp basement. Her wrists, tightly bound together with a thick rope,… Read More The Captive
Loud blasts shook the earth releasing a thick ball of black smoke followed by a series of agonising screams. A beautiful village until a few moments ago had now turned to dust. The helpless soldiers watched in horror from a distance as the terrible scene unfolded in front of their eyes. The Company Commander, Major… Read More The New Housemate
Sweat trickled down Kevin’s brow as he tried to stay still and focus on the house. Lights were on in the living room while the first floor was dark and the curtains were drawn close. He knew it wasn’t empty though, his task was there somewhere. He had never been entrusted with such a responsibility… Read More The Mark