Now let me confess- I am really NOT someone who loves watching daily soaps. I know reading the tile you thought- what the heck, if it’s a daily soap on TV it is bound to be stereotypical, full of nonsense and drama and if you watch such stuff why complain, and if complain why watch?… Continue reading Kahe Diya Pardes- one more soap which turns out stereotypical and disappointing
LOVE- something that has intrigued me since I was a little girl and watched Bollywood movies of the hero romancing the heroine and running around tress and thought- Is this love? And when I had my first crush at the age of 10- he is the one I thought, though I hardly knew him and… Continue reading Is this love?
Dearest Angel, The love of my life, the one who gave me a new identity, who made me realize that I can love so much and just when I thought I had given all the… Continue reading Letter to my Angel
Please note -This is a piece of fiction. I looked out of the window and repeated to myself “everything is under control, everything is fine, life is perfect”. I looked at the picture perfect photo frame lying on the mantel piece. Our wedding photo- we looked just perfect, made for each other as we looked… Continue reading My husband is guilty of a ghastly crime (Short story)
Scene one- Rahul Sharma works in a very senior position in a chemical manufacturing company in Middle East. He is aged 40, a father of 2 school going kids. His wife and kids live in Mumbai. He visits them once a year when he accumulates his yearly leave and comes down to India for 2… Continue reading Same situation- if its a man this is a sacrifice, if its a woman, she is selfish
Most people might look upon me as a strange breed of working mom who isn’t bitten by the guilt factor while she spends 12 hours without her baby. What sort of a mom is that they may wonder? Aren’t working moms supposed to be constantly ridden by guilt of not spending enough time with their… Continue reading Dear Mom I am jealous my daughter loves you more
Meera disconnected the call and chuckled at herself. She ran to the mirror and looked at her image. She was glowing, the blush and pink tinge in her cheeks was so evident. The doorbell rang and she ran out to answer it. A new set of guests were ushered in. The house was full of… Continue reading Marital Rape- is that even a crime?- A short story