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Extinguished
The fire burned with all the strength it could muster. The cold of theair circled around, for there was no going near the fire, not whileits flame reached out to drive it away. People rejoiced with dance, songs and eatables. The place was acamping spot and the occasion was a family gathering. The spot wasnear…
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Overcast
One day, the onset of the afternoon was not in its usual colours. I slidthe two wine-coloured curtains apart to reveal the glass of thesliding doors behind. I switched off the LED bulb which illuminated amild crystal white light. The disappearance of the artificial lightallowed the clouded light of the sun to play a more…
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Comprehension
Rohil stared at the mound of the clay spinning on the wheel head ofthe potter’s wheel. He caught a quick glance of his teacher who wasobserving him very closely. His teacher had just shown him how it wasdone by holding Rohil’s hands, but Rohil had somehow instantly lostall the confidence to do it. Rohil returned…
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Accostomed Avowal
A person means routine and how you are entangled in the routine depends on the person’s priorities. And if you are extremely close to the person and the person is old …her routine almost becomes yours. That’s the flow of life I believe. Today, welcome to our blogging website and here I wanted to narrate…
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Reminiscing About
Rushil could see the dirt that had accumulated between the teeth ofhis wide-tooth comb. ‘Why did I not notice this before? I use this comb every day. How longhas it been like this?’ he wondered. Rushil slipped his feet into his slippers and walked to the bathroom.He held the comb beneath the opening of the…
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Obligation
Manav stared at the glass in his hand. The blue coloured drink itcontained was non-alcoholic, he had enquired before picking it up fromthe tray, but what the drink actually was, he forgot to ask. The beverage had the smell of a fruit juice, but it didn’t look likeany fruit juice that Manav had ever tasted.…
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Accoutrement
The pen was kept down and after a few scribbles on the empty white paper … A few more scribbles… And no! It was not coming into the paper the thought….the thought which Rina has gathered since morning and now she wants to put in paper… She tried and then wrote …” It was a…
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Climb
The eyes opened to the branches of the oak tree spreading above. Somebranches were still moving, some were broken and some leaves werestill falling down from one of the broken branches. The sunlightKrisha tried to calm herself as she laid on the ground. The retired headmaster of the Krisha’s school, Mr Varty came rushingwith his…
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Spoor
“The pay is much better; The position is senior than the one I amworking now. It will be a bit difficult to stay away from family,but I will try to come as often as the opportunity presents itself. II am not thinking about anything long term, two years at most and I will beback here,”…
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Sprinted
It was a silent morning, still in its early phase. People who workedafar or had to start early due to their profession were already inmotion, along with the conscious and motivated people who were out fora morning walk. Dilip, a 38 year old man was also one of these walkers. A new yearresolution had set…
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Walking Ahead
The school helper entered the classroom V-B. Alka had recently joinedin for the position. The room was empty. The students had gone to thecomputer lab of the school. Alka looked around at the light-yellowwalls of the room with boards displaying different creative efforts bythe children, even the doors of the cupboards were not spared fromthem.…
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Skilled
A child learns each skill with practice, patience and more practice and this way Shreya learnt everything since her childhood. Be it going to the dance class and learning dance from the age of 2.5 to learning to paint from being a toddler. She learnt it all… But cooking always seemed like a tough nut…
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Catching a Wink
Hem sat quietly outside on a wooden rocking chair facing the garden atthe back of his three floored house in the evening. The tea in the cupon the side table had become cold. Ananta, Hem’s wife, came lookingfor him after her tuition class ended. She picked up the cup andwalked back inside to heat the…
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Waiting Without an End
Nandini covered her face with the scarf that she was wearing aroundher head. Even though she was standing in a shaded area, the drops ofsweat refused to stop coming. She looked at her watch, then at herphone. ‘I am reaching in 10 minutes’ – that was the message Nandini’s friendOmya had sent her an hour…
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Rapport
So, my grandfather paid an unbelievable amount to get this clock andit came here. ‘When I am gone, you are going to take care of the shop and the clock,make sure both of them stay in the family unless it’s a matter of lifeand death,’ my grandfather had told me, and that’s what I am…
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Gravel
The sound of the tire moving over the road with gravel on it. Girikstared at the passing structures in the form of buildings. It had beena longer drive than what Girik had expected. This client had requesteda home visit to understand an investment policy. The client was anindividuals with considerably high wealth, whom the firm…
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The Blue Realm
I am glad my grandfather had a study room in his house. Why? becauseit inspired my father to have one in our house as well, when it wasbeing built. There was a long table, which reached from one wall tothe opposite wall, there were shelves above beyond the head levels andthere were shelves below the…
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Unwanted Silence
‘Where is all the water going?’, seven years old Aadhavi asked heruncle Mr Mehra while staring at the wide river with ever speedingwater. ‘It is heading towards the sea’, replied Mr Mehra. ‘So much water goes to sea, the sea must have a lot of water by now..’said Aadhavi. Mr Mehra smiled, ‘Yes, it has…
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Crescent Night
Describe one simple thing you do that brings joy to your life. The night had fallen. The otherwise primarily vacant and partiallydark road due to presence of trees with long wide branches full ofleaves, were full of light accompanied by the sound of movement and humanwords. It was the day of the weekly market. A…
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Summerly Warmth
How do you know when it’s time to unplug? What do you do to make it happen? The summer air of 45 degree Celsius, heated up the immediate worldoutside. Parthiv looked at the shadows of the moving leaves which fellon the balcony floor outside the black tinted glass door. Had it notbeen for the heat…
The memories that stay with us and the ones we create…
Early Morning Memories 