“A true hero isn’t measured by the size of his strength, but by the strength of his heart.” Suraj drearily read the Whatsapp forward his sister sent him. He abhorred checking messages, much less when they weren’t urgent or important. Right now though, he didn’t have the energy to deal with her I-atleast-remembered-you saga. He… Read More The hero with no cape #WriteBravely
Dear A, Time and again you’ve convinced me that the sacrifices I’ve made for my family can never be measured or priced. Even on my most challenging days you’ve given me something to latch on to. I always had wings but it was you who pushed me to take flight and enjoy the ride. Hope… Read More The hope that made me forget grief #WriteBravely
Prabhu looked down the legendary winding staircase. He remembered being in complete awe of it when he visited this place for the first time. Commoners back then, some now famous names walked down this same flight of stairs everyday, just like him. While they treaded towards a promising future, his journey comprised of running errands for… Read More Famous and remembered #WriteBravely
Today was the day I would strike off the last and tricky thing from my list, I hoped. My heart skipped a beat as I saw her enter, her clear brown eyes longingly scanning the room, looking for me. “It isn’t one-sided, after all.” I smiled to myself. Tucked mischievously behind a curtain I saw… Read More Last item on my bucket list #WriteBravely
My dad gave me three life rules to live by: 1. Spoken words can never be taken back. Use them wisely. 2. Live and enjoy life to the fullest but remember to save for a rainy day, and 3. Any temptation, when overdone, is dangerous. The first two were easy, but the third one proved… Read More Learning from Dad’s rules #WriteBravely
“Kisiki muskurahaton pe ho nisaar…” sang Grandpa merrily as he wiped the filthy streets with his long rough broom. Little Bittu tagged behind him, bored and puzzled. He twitched his nose at the horrendous stench while the emanating dust made him cough. Grandpa neither noticed nor bothered. “You promised this would be fun!” cried… Read More Things we see on the streets #WriteBravely
As I saw our daughter snuggled in the quilt with him, I couldn’t help wondering. Did I deserve to be in his life? He would find anyone, but could I ever replace him? How can someone be so perfect and how do we not realise it even when it is staring us in the face? “The past… Read More Memories of the past #WriteBravely