That night I was shivering, completely soaked even after taking shelter under the huge banyan tree. I guess my soul was about to depart when suddenly a warm hand touched my forehead. When I looked up, tears started flowing down my cheeks. My eyes were talking as my lips had turned blue from being soaked in the rain for so long. She ( Read more... )

Life is pretty.. With all its ups n downs, it still looks beautiful ..Accept it, no matter how much you try to avoid, there WILL be good times with equal share of bad times.. There will be smiles with cries.. There will be a 'forever' and a 'never'.. You cant avoid any of these..

But are you sure you can smile through all of ( Read more... )

02 Jan, 2009 “ Mah Baby, Puchkin
Puchkin is seven months old today. She  has started calling me 'UmmMuaa' “ mother. I feel great joy today!!! It's indescribable. And here's Puchkin's picture, does she recognize herself? Puchkin baby, do you?

11 Feb, 2009 “ They'll Get Us
I don't think it is possible for us to escape now ( Read more... )

From a doctor's diary

Balu has been in love with trains ever since he was a little boy.

During summer vacations when his cousins retire to the cooler confines of the house and play board games, waiting for the hot afternoon to ease off, Balu purposefully strides out to the ground in front of his house. There, under the ( Read more... )

When the Universe Conspires!

June 2004
Ajay saw her for the first time in a train on his way to Khandala. He couldn't take his eyes off her. There she was like an angel, in the midst of all that chaos that typifies rail travel in India. He wanted to keep looking at her oblivious of the fact that there were other people ( Read more... )

I was rushing through the corridors when I almost tripped over a book lying on the floor. It was a brown hardback notebook and there was no name. So I stuffed it into my bag and went to class.
Later, at home, I opened it onto the first page:

"January 26th, 2008

Being a woman must be interesting--what with their ( Read more... )

To Strike a Chord

She led her frail husband to the chair, where he settled himself comfortably. Tucking a bib under his chin, she placed his lunch on a stool before him. His hand began a jittery voyage from the plate to his mouth. She started steadying him, but he shrank away from her, as if she were a stranger. Her vision ( Read more... )

Rock as a genre, or rather as a fountain of madness has its own existential justifications as its appeal. I have followed the head bangers like a shadow does to its object on a bright sunlight. Its not because I love it “ neither do I so intensely hate it. The variety of justifications that people find in this genre is phenomenal. ( Read more... )

Who's He?

Mia had barely returned home after her journey, when she desperately started hunting for something in the drawers of what was her desk till last year. On my asking what she was rummaging, she would hastily reply- "Nothing". Ultimately she gave up what seemed to be a Herculean task. Being her younger sister, I found ( Read more... )

How Maria Let One Go

Hari waited - pretending, drifting through Nancy Friday's secret garden. Vikram put on his gym shoes and left without a word. After five minutes, Hari locked the door and pulled out his room mate's diary from under the mattress.

Vikram's entries for 1994 were neat and precise.

Jun 9 “ ( Read more... )