She

She envies people who look back at their childhood with nostalgia . For her it is a period that she keeps locked away in the darkest dungeons of her memory. She does revisit it sometimes – To draw lessons from it to teach her children , to empathize with troubled people she meets and sometimes…

platform no. 11 – part two

This is in continuation to the story written last week. The story began in response to a WOW prompt “And then I missed my train”. … The first part of the story was published on this blog. For those of you who missed it. Here is the link But not all the teasing, the name calling, being…

Platform no. 11

And I missed my train… I rushed to the railway station. Outside the jumble of auto rickshaws, horse carts, cycle rickshaws, passengers with big canvas bags presented a maze. As though by some magic I wove through them expertly. I sensed an extra sense within me as if the pull of G had filled my…

The Fortune Teller – A story

The Fortune Teller I hold her hand firmly. Its’ calloused. I use my thumb to rub the palm as if I am creasing out the lines, so as to read them better. I am waiting for the epiphany to hit me. In the meanwhile I look a little closer. I discreetly push back the long…

Blueprint for change – making a difference!

5:30 a:m I  wake up, just as the alarm goes off. Quickly choking its shrill voice lest it disturb Arjun, my husband. We both had a late night yesterday at Preeti’s place. I quickly freshening up, and head to the kitchen to whip up our ‘dabbas’. I work in a school and have to leave…

“Love you ma” – A short story

I wake up, go to the bathroom and look at the mirror SHUCKS! what the hell is this “Mom” I scream “MOM!” “MOOOOOMMMM!!!!!” mom peeps into the room. “What’s it beta?” “Why are you shouting?” “I have a pimple”  – I say I am 17 and the pimple seems like a death sentence. “Try applying…

“Mummy” for a night – A short story

I come home and check my mails. I read the second mail and freeze. My eyes read and re-read the simply worded mail.  I go into a trance like state losing all track of  time. I don’t know for how long I have been sitting like that unblinkingly gawking at the screen, when Shreya’s shrill…

A Little Insanity To Keep My Baby!

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 34; the thirty-fourth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is “Of-Course, I’m insane” I still remember the day…

Celebrations that end…..

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 33; the thirty-third edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. The theme for the month is ‘Celebrations’ The young lady, lay prostate on the…

Family Secrets – An untold story

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 32; the thirty-second edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following BLOG A TON. The theme for the month is ‘An Untold Story‘ There he lies on…

If you were God ?

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 30; the thirtieth edition of the online marathon of Bloggers; where we decide and we write. To be part of the next edition, visit and start following Blog-a-Ton. “Me ” – I am god. I keep a close watch over everyone on…

The colour purple – A story

Purple They say Purple is the  color of magic the color of mystery But to me Purple will always be “Vrinda” The color of vivaciousness and kindness…….. The day I met Vrinda was the best day of my life. every detail of that day is etched in my mind as if it happened yesterday. I…