Mrs Damle was a housewife, in her 70s. Living a decent life with her retired husband who kept himself to his books most of the time. Their only son was divorced, but shared custody of his daughter. Their apartment was on the ground floor and the small porch in front of the second entrance which…

Mr Vaghani sat at an ongoing religious event in his society. He had stopped interacting after the initial few formal interactions. He preferred the silence, listening to the different sounds of the event, absorbing the energy it emitted in the air along with the distinct smell any event of such nature carried. All these reminded…

The cold air of early winter flowed in a modest manner. It was still early in the morning for a day such as Sunday. There were several people out, some who were already in their woollens, some who were feeling the cold but still for some reason known to them were still in their t-shirts.…

As the clock struck 6 in the morning, Mrs Mongia stepped out of her apartment and down in the elevator she went and out for a morning walk. It was a beautiful morning, then again, all mornings seen even for a second without a burdening complexity in mind can prove to be beautiful. She walked…

It was 8 am and Rikita hurriedly stepped out of her house with grocery bags and she met on the road her friend Lisha who was also carrying some bags. This was a planned meeting where they planned their visit to the supermarket. They walked quite happily discussing the list of things they intended to…

Bhuman sat with eyes focused on his laptop screen, looking through some reports his team had prepared. The smartwatch woke up with vibrations from the alarm set. It was lunch time. He got up and out of his study room and climbed the stairs down to the drawing room of the house. Bhuman heated the…

Keshav woke up from a nightmare abruptly. It was 4:50 am, earlier than his regular six on school days. He calmed down and had some water. It was not an unusual occurrence but a known outcome. Every time Keshav saw a horror movie at night, there was a high chance that a nightmare had become…

It was a usual weekday, nothing exceptional if you look at it in a generalised manner, then again individually a lot was happening with people all round and someone could be having the best day of his/her life or the opposite. Jiya had been quite concerned over the numbers in her credit card bill. The…

Mr Dohre sat staring at the cup of tea in his hand. “Something wrong with the tea? Not to your liking?” asked Mr Pawar Mr Dohre and Mr Pawar had been friends for a good portion of their adult life. Now both of them were retired. Mr Pawar was mild and quite understanding while Mr…

The sky had been pouring more than usual. The rain had slowed down the otherwise busy city which always seemed to be rushing towards something or the other. Amongst the traffic jams at several places, Vibha was stuck in one of the comparatively denser jams, the ones that have the habit of not moving for…

Mrs Doshi lived a peaceful retired life with her husband, her daughter and son-in-law. She had feared loneliness when her daughter married and shifted to another state but that changed when her son-in-law had to transfer here as part of promotion and Mrs Doshi took the opportunity to convince them to live together.   Mrs…

The festival of Diwali is a beautiful festival. In India behind the obvious sound of crackers are small villages to big cities illuminated by lights of various kinds and lights are what Mr Prakash Chand particularly loved. Mr Chand owned and lived in the ground floor of a three floored house. There was a single…