I watched her argue ferociously till she wore the shopkeeper down and he gave in. In an instant, her anger transformed into the most brilliant smile I had ever seen. She looked back at her girlfriends, flashed a wink, grabbed her purchases and ran away, with them following her. I stood there, rooted on the…
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Short Story: A River Runs Through It – Part 3
As the passing years and regular drinking robbed them of their health, my uncles were losing their power over everyone and everything. They couldn’t take care of their lands anymore and looked around for young, able shoulders to help. Mine were the only ones available. My uncles began depending on me heavily, and I delivered….
Short Story: A River Runs Through It – Part 2
As afternoon made way for the evening I had no choice but to leave with my cousin and his friends, my cousin at the wheel of his newest, shiny vehicle driving towards the city. A few kilometers away from home I feigned an upset stomach and got out of the Jeep, asking my cousin to…
Short Story: A River Runs Through It – Part 1
This is Sanjhi, the river that borders our village. The source of our life and livelihood. We consider Sanjhi to be our mother, perhaps which is why I have forgiven her for splitting our village into two. I am Jagga, the strongest and bravest man of my village, Nihala. I stand almost 6 and a…
My Theme for the #BlogchatterHalfMarathon – Navras
Navras or Navrasa – The Nine Emotions of life. Emotions we all experience at some time in our lives. However, I want to ask you this? How well do you really understand others? How well do you even understand yourself? Have you realized that all that we see, hear, feel gets imprinted on our psyche,…
Bebe ka Batua #BlogchatterHalfMarathon
Ever since we were kids, we knew that we had complete access to Bebe (Mother, in Punjabi. Pronounced, ‘bay-bay’) and everything she owned, except a particular Batua (purse). Bebe had been a cool Mother, a very friendly mother-in-law, and a fun and genial Grandmother. She never lost her cool and nothing managed to perturb her….
Looks are deceptive #BlogchatterHalfMarathon
Looks are deceptive, aren’t they, thought Malathi as she pulled out a Golf club from her husband’s Golf Kit resting behind the door. The smallest club seemed to be the heaviest, she thought to herself, weighing it in her hand. What all could it do, besides hitting a ball, she wondered? Kill a cockroach? Crack…
Veera #BlogchatterHalfMarathon
‘Veera, you remember all that I told you right?’ asked Meena. Little Veera holding her mother’s hand and walking along nodded solemnly. ‘Tell me all that you understood’, asked Meena, tugging at her daughter’s small hand curled within her own. ‘I should not be anywhere near Maalik (Boss). I should not talk to him or…
Makeup #BlogchatterHalfMarathon
‘Why do Men hate makeup so much?’ she grumbled aloud as she looked around for her Kohl Pencil. ‘You don’t look the same!’ She stuck her tongue out at herself in the mirror. ‘You look so different! She wiggled her shoulders. ‘Makeup makes you look made up!’ she exhaled, sitting down in front of the…
In the Dark of the Night #BlogchatterHalfMarathon
Mumbai has always been known as the city that never sleeps but it is snoring tonight, thought Richa as she walked the empty streets. She had decided to stay back to finish work and tie up some loose ends before her annual holiday started on the morrow, not realizing how late it was when she…