I am inspired by this cluster of the Bhadraksha trees in the colony park whose roots certainly appear sinister to me. I hope I have been able to evoke the right emotions with this piece of fiction.… Read More The Dirty Half a Dozen Mobsters | Fiction Writing |
She was gone! The quiet of the room mocked him for sleeping so soundly to allow her to slip away again. Why did she leave? Didn’t last night mean anything to her? The passion had felt real, it had woken something in both of them. Throwing stuff into his suitcase, he packed up to check… Read More When love strikes | Friday Fiction |
Quickly draping her saree, she stole a glance at his sleeping profile and almost slipped back into the bed. Collapsing into the waiting cab, she closed her eyes. Images from the night before flashed before her and she licked her lips as if to taste him again. She still felt it was a dream to… Read More Opportunity knocks once, Temptation leans on the doorbell | Friday Fiction |
#FridayFotoFiction Caged forever Crowd thronged, lunging for preferred elixir Music thundered, dancers swaying over each other He perused, women looking like exotic creatures They entered, twin made up wonder He offered, potency in a glass full of colour They accepted, falling for his allure Dazzled, world spun in a maze of wonder Light headed,… Read More #FridayFotoFiction: Caged Forever
#FridayFotoFiction She came to the city in 2015 and cut through this park on her way to work. She noticed him on the bench – feeding the birds or reading the newspaper or chatting with the snack-stand vendor. Come rain or shine, he would be perched on this bench; very much a part of the… Read More #FridayFotoFiction: Will she see him again ?
#FridayFotoFiction The Escape Her scarf came undone, letting loose her auburn curls which flew around her face as she raced down the pavement. Dodging fellow walkers, baby strollers, leashed dogs; she paused to check behind her. The three men were still hot on her trail. Breathing hard, she turned into an alley and hit a dead-end.… Read More #FridayFotoFiction: The Escape
#FridayFiction “How about some of their famous lemon cake, you love it, right?” Pratyush continued, looking hopefully at Naina. “On one condition – you tell all about your date, as she had the same experience as me but you looked more upset than her. So what was all that about?” Naina bargained as she felt hopeful… Read More #FridayFiction: My fair lady!
#FridayFiction Naina entered the cafe in quick strides; a little out of breath she perused the tables. “There he is”, she thought spotting a well-dressed, bespectacled man with his nose buried in a book by the window seat. “He managed to bag it. Thank god,I had mentioned it to him while chatting”. She gave him a… Read More #FridayFiction: The Great Switcheroo – part 1
#FridayFiction “Long tresses are important for a good match. Dont you ever dare mention cutting your hair again”, her mother reproached her. “But Ma I want to look smart like Tejaswi. I look so nerdy with my hair oiled and braided into tight plaits. I want a fringe to play with and short hair to swing… Read More #FridayFiction: When I grow up, I will do as I please!
#FridayFiction “Not tonight Kushal. I have my periods”, Ananya moaned sleepily. He continued kissing her. “Please Kushal”, Ananya protested. But he didn’t take any heed and pressed on with his affections. Ananya lay still in hope, and it worked when Kushal pushed her away roughly. “You are my wife”, he growled. “And I want you right now.” “Kushal… Read More #FridayFiction: Its your wifely duty!!!
#Friday Fiction 12.30 pm: “Auntie your bag is moving and jumping “, said a little voice. Her reverie broken, Ananya looked up at an adorable little girl who was pointing at her handbag in which she had dropped her phone a while back. She fished it out and was alarmed to see 37 missed calls. “Damn Kushal… Read More #Fridayfiction: Tit for Tat, my darling!
#FridayFiction Ananya couldnt believe it was 2 years since her divorce from Kushal; 2 years of re-building her life; 2 years of starting her small home catering business 2 years of self- sufficiency 2 years of peace of mind. Yes the road had been bumpy. It hasn’t been easy to convince her parents; seeing as… Read More #FridayFiction: Two is company; three is society!
#FridayFiction The TV screamed with the frenzy that is usually associated with an Indo-Pak cricket match while Kushal mouthed his frustration at the dropped catch. Ananya sat quietly by his side, tapping away on her laptop, keeping a furtive eye on her husband. She didn’t want him to see what she was doing. “What on earth… Read More #FridayFiction : You are cheating on me, arent you darling?