Have you noticed the various store signs when you pass on the road? Some inform you about their specials, some about offers, while some display figurines for the latest special occasions like Diwali, Christmas, etc. Every one of them has a story behind them. The catchiest ones though are the ones in front of restaurants,… Read More The Sign #BlogchatterHalfMarathon
The sound reaches me first. Initially soothing, and then with an edge of urgency, it makes me drearily abandon my state of inertia. The gentle clashing of the winds against the window pane quickly transforms into desperate knocking that threatens to crash it into pieces. The Mumbai rains have finally arrived and how! I walk… Read More Rains, thoughts and my balcony
Anita ambled to the dinner table and set her customary afternoon tea in front of her regular chair. She put a glass of water next to it for her husband and gingerly got seated. Her eyesight had faded, both her knees had been replaced, and eating was now a boring exercise of gulping down without… Read More A song for the loving heart
Paul’s pudgy, alcohol-fed body carelessly lay splayed out on the lone deckchair. He lazily tossed yet another empty beer bottle at the rapidly mounting pile on his right. It landed on it with a noisy clink and slid down on the hot sand. The beach was filled with its usual cacophony; teenage girls in skimpy… Read More The Memorable Holiday
“You wasted perfectly good film on clouds and trees again, didn’t you?” bellowed Dad as we consumed yet another 36-photo roll on our long North India trip. Often considered the responsible one, I lost my camera-carrying privileges in a jiffy that day. It wasn’t my fault though. Nature photography sadly wasn’t a thing back then.… Read More Nature photography, my forever love!
“You’ll have to do what she says. How else will it work out?” He shrugged, while She looked on with hope, and a little helplessness. “I’m a vegetarian. I don’t even touch or eat eggs. How can I make fish fry for your mother? It’s unfair, don’t you think?” She pressed on, trying to find… Read More Eggs and a love story
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