Mrs. Dave stood in front of the school gate and a wave of warmth swept through her body. Oh, how she missed this hustle and bustle; kids sprinting to their buses for the best seats, hassled teachers trying to mind them, helpers hurriedly recceing the area for anything left behind, and parents anxiously attempting to… Read More The School Gate #BlogchatterBlogHop
It had happened to me. I never thought it would but it did. I, who could conjure up a story from thin air and weave words around it in no time had hit writer’s block. How embarrassing! With ten titles to my credit, seven bestsellers amongst them, within a span of five years, I was… Read More Coffee shop chronicles #BlogchatterBlogHop
I sit idle all day gathering dust, the pain of being forgotten for years gnawing away at me. Once shiny and the center of attention, rust is now slowly eating away my soul, crushing it into pieces. I’ve been here since dog years, dating back longer than the current inhabitants of this place. They pass… Read More What a puzzle, this world! #BlogchatterBlogHop
Jenny was livid. The glass bottle lay abandoned on the floor, its wooden cork misplaced in the melee. She rolled the already crumpled note into a ball and tossed it across the room. Her mother tried to calm her down but to no avail. How could she have not seen it? Peter, her twin brother,… Read More The message in the bottle #BlogchatterBlogHop
The audience was in splits. Viraj gave a victorious smile and ambled gracefully to the corner of the stage. He picked up the water bottle from the side table with one hand with the mic casually held in the other. Every movement a flourish, he made an occasion of something as mundane as sipping water.… Read More To Standup or not
“When you said emergency, this isn’t where I expected to find you.” Avnish said exasperatedly as he shifted uneasily and got his laptop bag off him. His unruly hair mirrored his state of mind; confused and all over the place. Renu pretended not to hear him and uninterruptedly continued revering the diamond necklace adorning her… Read More The Diwali Diyas
“Chetan Bhagat ka book ekdum superhit hai Sir! Aur bhi hain, dekhoge?” I urged to the suited man before he disinterestedly rolled up his car window and sped off. I chided myself for deserting my father’s book stall and following the usual herd to the traffic signal in hope of some quick sale. He would… Read More My Life Around Books #StoryTellersBlogHop