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
“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
Harish, Girish and Jagdish were brothers and wished they weren’t. Their abject poverty made them see each other as loathed competitors. They reluctantly allowed each other claim on the rare morsels of food their alcoholic father provided them. Their mother left them in the dead of the night few years ago for which they were… Read More The Brothers #WoWe
“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