Short Story: Little Moments
So I was in a rickshaw, returning from office to home, music in my ears. And I imagine I'm in a club, slightly drunk, hence free of inhibitions. I jump onto d... Read More...
Creative Writing
Poem: Madness
Painting by Kashish Seth
Dear lover do not even think
I do not know what you think,
This is madness that you see
Because madness was always within me.
&nb... Read More...
Poem: Monsoon
Painting by Kashish Seth
Like a long lost person whose arrival has delayed
This rain, this monsoon suddenly came to surprise you
When you had almost given up
But the sudden unannounced arrival
Evokes the deepest em... Read More...
Poem: Enigma
Why does my heart flutter
at the slightest glimpse of your face?
Why does my pulse race
when I see your sauntering grace?
Why does my breath catch
ever... Read More...
Short Story: Cups Of Coffee
"So you swing both ways?" my friend commented. "Yeah!" I replied, tucking my hair behind my ear and twinkling my jhumka. "My chances to be your lover are divi... Read More...
Poem: ‘No Pic No Reply’
'No pic no reply' - a poem. Image: Brijesh Sukumaran.
I said:
My mind forbids
pinging you
but my heart doesn't comply.
All they said was: "no pic, no reply."
Pictures are not people;
People are not pictures.
Understand.
At least try.... Read More...
Short Story: The Marriage
He stands there, resplendent in hid traditional white kurta and mundu. He is getting married. His beautiful bride, clad in her gorgeous traditional silk saree... Read More...
Poem: In Your Eyes
In your eyes
I see a twinkle no star can boast of,
I see a light that mocks the Sun,
I see the depth of seven oceans,
I see the calm of a Spring eve,
I s... Read More...
Fiction: Bringing The Light (Final Part)
Read the first, second, third and fourth parts of this story.
I told Vasu, if there was anything I had learned in my short years on earth, it was that life is just that – short. My parents had been relatively young to die from diseases and heart a... Read More...
Fiction: Bringing the Light (Part 4)
Read the first, second and third parts of this story.
Within seconds, two things were clear: Vasu had little experience with this level of intimacy, but he w... Read More...
Poem: When You Come to Me
Twirling smoke
Coming out of my mouth
Paints gray metaphors
Around me
I hold your memories delicately
Like an expensive pen
Between my teeming fingers... Read More...
Fiction: Bringing The Light (Part 3)
Photo Credit: Dipjyoti Banik
Read the First and Second Part of this story
Vasu started coming up to my flat regularly, but still only if I called him to go some place – shopping or a weekend office event and so on. When he drove me home, he would ... Read More...