I finally decided to write to you, my little one. I am pretty sure that I wasn’t the best sister to have as a kid but I am almost certain that I’ve come a long way since then. It’s all because of you, your kind ways made me a better person. Thank you! It was…… Continue reading A letter for someone I love – Always have, always will…
We share a cab ride with a stranger and when the guy strikes a conversation, we call him a creep and sometimes even clutch the pepper spray in our bags sure enough to use it if the guy so much as budges from his seat. However, after reaching home, we log on to that dating…… Continue reading Love in the time of web
I am a 26 year old, unmarried Indian girl (at that point of my life, where I am contemplating to type the word ‘woman’ instead) In India and many other countries, 25+ aged girls are expected to get married – or at least be sure of who we’re planning to marry in the next few…… Continue reading Getting Married
On that sunny winter morning, you lay there on the grass watching the clouds. And I watched as you slowly drifted away into sleep to the sound of chirping birds. I heard you laughing like a child, when the little boy gave you colorful balloons. I watched you dance by the river to the sound…… Continue reading Faded Wedding Rings – II
I love Airports!! I love the feeling and excitement to board the plane to see a new place. Airports, railway stations and bus stands. I love the emotions that these places encounter. Hugs, tears, kisses, hopes and dreams. One such place that I visit frequently is the bus stand in my hometown, Nainital – each…… Continue reading Airports, Railways Stations and Bus Stands
This piece of art painted by my mother has adorned the living room of our house in Nainital for as long as I can remember. There is something about this painting that attracts everyone. For me, it was the lady’s eyes… I was terrified when I noticed that her eyes follow me everywhere. I tried…… Continue reading The woman in my living room…!
Standing in the balcony on that rainy night, she feels the breeze on her face. He is in the bedroom. After another argument, they can’t sit in the same room. They’re married, it’s his house, she chooses the balcony. She watches the cars on the street. Somewhere a little girl is reciting a nursery rhyme…… Continue reading Faded Wedding Rings