Accoutred in smart formals, I strode into my cabin, all magnificent, Pride permeating, betraying every nucleus, Beautiful, slender and lithe, How was I to ever know, That this superwoman thing is a true-blue myth? . The home, over time, evoked a dreary ennui, While wrangling frontline, in the arena of fealties, With the elementary pleasures… Continue reading The Superwoman Syndrome
(This is a work of pure fiction and meant as a light read without intending to cause any offence to anyone in particular) Me: “Maaaa, I’ve got the job I interviewed for in the MNC, last week. I'll be joining as an Assistant Project Manager.” (I squeal excitedly.) Ma: It is a wonderful news child.… Continue reading Don’t Judge A Book By It’s Cover
Link to Part 2 Raghav felt very uneasy, seeing Aradhana like this after all these years. Age had made her more beautiful, resplendent and her personality reflected the same congeniality and ease as her husband, further enriched by goodness and wealth. And she came in wearing the same pleasant smile at Raghav. Aradhana: Hi Raghav,… Continue reading Karma Laughs – Part 3
Link to Part 1 That night Nitish did not return home. Sleep eluded Raghav. He had to act immediately, before the situation got any worse. Next day, he began dialling Nitish’s friends to enquire about his whereabouts when someone informed him that Nitish mostly hanged out with Akshat, because they had the similar aspirations and… Continue reading Karma Laughs – Part 2
Father and son were at it again. Disagreements, loud altercations and cold wars over the same issue. Day by day, Raghav was getting more and more frustrated at Nitish’s incomprehension. “Why can’t I pursue a career of my choice Pappa? If my friends’ fathers can support them, why can’t you?”, argued a 16-year-old Nitish in… Continue reading Karma Laughs – Part 1
Art is an antidote to despair. The mercurial urge struck. Creativity doodles rising, he grabbed his paraphernalia. Expert, unmindful, fingers once again, found their masterstrokes. Beneath the star-studded sky, in the mountain foothills, a lone cottage stood. A couple lovingly watched their child playing gleefully, in the garden. Satisfied he drew back. But oh! The… Continue reading Guilt or Art? (#100WordsStoryChallenge; #ImagebasedFlashFiction)
Aarti and Rohit were lovers since college. It was a spark of smile at first sight which eventually blossomed into friendship and liking, after which came in love. Aarti was confident about her open minded family though Rohit had apprehensions in disclosing his relationship to anyone around until the right moment arrived. Several years passed… Continue reading The Termination (Short Story)
When I was small I was always in a rush 🏃♀️ to accomplish myself and prove that I was the best When I was small, I was always in a rush 🏃♀️ and walked with a quick pace to reach every desired place When I was small, I was always in a rush 🏃♀️ and… Continue reading Don’t Rush Please…(Poem)
'Tu meri beti nahi beta hai' (You are not my daughter, rather you are my son), her father's words resounded in Uttara's ears. Living in a patriarchal society, Uttara had felt proud whenever Kishan and Radha used to say this to her, as if she had won a Nobel prize. Contrary to that, she… Continue reading Short Story – ‘Tu meri beti nahi beta hai (you are not my daughter, but a son’)….
Apeksha had a flourishing Architectural Consultancy practice. Clients approached her with their dreams and she would spare no ability or effort in making them come true. She was implacably committed and also aware that they liked her ideas coupled with her unwavering determination to work them out. BUT WHAT ABOUT YOUR OWN UNFULFILLED DREAMS? she… Continue reading Short story – A mind that is stretched by new experiences….