A Perfect Balance

She raised her feet above the ground, letting her vices rest beneath, lifting herself up and beyond, in an air charged with courage and passion, to create that fine moment of a perfect balance.

The Calm

[1987, somewhere in a small town on the West Coast of India] There was a loud, angry knock on her door. She peeked through the old-style iron grill window of her modest home. Strangers frequenting her home had become the new norm lately. A gentleman with a turban on his head and a flat briefcase…

The Orchid

Like plants, children too are of different kinds. Some, like the grass, grow very fast. Some, like the shrubs, turn out sturdy, adapting easily to the excess or shortage of water and light. While others, just like the herbs, grow very well in a conditioned environment with rich soil and compost, providing great value for…

The Right Question

‘What is a greater tragedy?’, Myra asked Neel, ‘…Loving someone and not being with them or being with someone and not loving them? ‘ ‘That isn’t the right question my dear’, he told her. ‘Then, what is?’, she challenged him with a hint of vanity in her voice. ‘Finding someone and losing oneself or losing…

A love that hurts

I don’t know what hurts me more. The love i do not receive, or the love i do not give.

Trapped

He pulled out the broken piece of his heart, he had boxed away a long time ago, to open the door she had trapped herself behind.

An equal match

‘I still feel the same about you’, he whispered taking Ankita’s hand into his. She did not move. It surprised him a bit that she did not make any attempt to pull her hand back. She reflected an uncanny sort of confidence which was hard for him to interpret. She was nothing like the earthly…

Dear Anger

How you enter as an atomtiptoeing into some lame obscure cornerand grow in multitude in no imaginable timetaking full reign of my charged mindscape.How I love you so fiercelyholding you behind a thin veil of civilityas you secretly lurk in the shadowswaiting to make that sharp startling sting. How I take a fine irresistible bowbefore…

The damned sun

It was winter all along, no amount of warm tea could cure the ache in his bones. Where the mornings, and the evenings, smelt the same, with traces of loss and deceit laden all over his path. She left him, to a bleeding comatose, his veins, frozen. Sleep-walking through the blind alleys, too long and…

The close encounter

“Hey, you…sitting all alone on a Friday night…come join us”, she announced with an uncommon elan, like she owned that bar. She looked shiny and elusive, basking in a high that possibly did not result from the heavy concoction of liqueurs she was tossing all around, dancing her way to the bar counter. She was…