” We were just sitting around the bonfire and enjoying the guys playing the guitar while some of us sang along. I don’t know when it happened, but suddenly I was aware of my hand touching hers and she didn’t pull hers away. When I looked at her, she too held my gaze and then… Read More The Call of the Wind that tugs at the heart strings! | #barathon |
If you think a bad marriage is akin to a war; wait till you make the decision to get a divorce – all hell breaks loose in every sense of the word from all quarters of your life – parents, siblings, cousins, friends, colleagues, neighbours…….. You name it and they all have an opinion on… Read More War and Pieces – A woman who asks for a divorce is branded worse than a slut | #Barathon |
#FridayFiction “You are not Pratyush?” Naina exclaimed in shock. What’s going on with this guy? “I am Vishwas and that over there is my friend Pratyush,” he said pointing to a table behind her where she could see a couple in conversation. Perplexed, she looked at her coffee companion. “Is this some sort of joke?… Read More #FridayFiction: The Great Switcheroo – part 2
#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 Naina picked up her favourite red hibiscus iced tea from the counter and found a comfy window seat in her favourite Starbucks. She wanted to answer some of her pending emails before her date joined her. Yeah, you heard it right! She had a date with Mrigank, 37 who delved into the mysteries of… Read More #FridayFiction: I am well worth the wait Darling!
#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!!!
#FridayFiction “Where are you my love? I just woke up and you are not here”, cooed Kushal in a sleepy voice. “I had to drop Roshini at the airport-remember? She was leaving today? ” Ananya replied softly. “The flight was at 10 in the morning, it’s way past that. So where the hell are you?”… Read More #FridayFiction: He’s the shy one!!
#FridayFiction Still ruminating her luck at the Marilyn Monroe moment, Naina walked into Cafe DiGhent where her bookclub was meeting. Almost everyone was there, she could see all the books arrayed on the tables while coffee/tea was being ordered by all. Smiling her hellos, she plonked in the cornermost seat by the window from where… Read More #FridayFiction: The “stand-up” comedian
#FridayFiction Tilting the mirror towards her, she re-applied her lipstick for the umpteenth time, still unsure if it was too bright. Alright let’s do this, she mentally geared herself for the task ahead. She parked her car and starting walking towards the mall entry, her heels clicking rhythmically. Damn the day had turned a tad… Read More #FridayFiction: An App a date, keeps the nags away.
#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?