Dare to be different #SundayFlashFiction

Summer holidays had just begun and Mom religiously packed our suitcases.  Like every year, we would head to Grandpa and Grandma’s house in the country. As much as I loved the contrasting life there, playing in the mud, climbing trees, swinging to my heart’s delight, devouring the delicious food Grandma prepared- what I despised the… Continue reading Dare to be different #SundayFlashFiction

English Vinglish #AtoZChallenge #BlogchatterA2Z

My mother tongue is Marathi and Kannada – one is My Dad’s and the other my Mom’s. But if mother tongue is defined as the language one first learns to speak and the language one is most comfortable with, for me thats English. Mommy Daddy spoke to each other in English- that was the language… Continue reading English Vinglish #AtoZChallenge #BlogchatterA2Z

Colour Coded #AtoZChallenge #BlogchatterA2Z

I did not hear the hushed whispers and some loud guffaws when Mommy Daddy were not around- the topic was the colour of my skin. A dusky girl in India is doomed for its very difficult to find a suitable groom for her. Imagine, here I was lying in my crib, a day old and… Continue reading Colour Coded #AtoZChallenge #BlogchatterA2Z

Arrival #AtoZChallenge #BlogchatterA2Z

12 December, Sunday, 8 am. I let out a ear piercing scream as I kick my way into this world. Imagine passing through that narrow vagina- I wonder why on earth they call it normal. While everyone talks about how painful it is for the mom, do you think its easy peasy for a tiny… Continue reading Arrival #AtoZChallenge #BlogchatterA2Z

More than soulmates #FFFAW #FlashFiction

Ryan and Reena were back after 10 years- they had decided to meet at the beach. The beach which has witnessed their friendship blossom over the years. The same beach where they had carved a crude heart on a rock and it had stood the rough weather over the years. Just like their friendship which… Continue reading More than soulmates #FFFAW #FlashFiction

Moving on #FridayFictioneers

It was time to move on, say good bye to the house she grew up in which was now a dilipidated building. She would miss the good old days when they played in the courtyard without a worry, plucked mangoes from the trees.She would miss those hugs by grandma which magically took off all her… Continue reading Moving on #FridayFictioneers

The cycle of life #SundayPhotoFiction

Adam roamed aimlessly on the streets of Venice- the beautiful city which held dear memories since decades. As a child, he clutched his Mumma’s hand as they walked on this very street- as his Mom bought some custard and pie and he had his weekly treat of popsicles. He then grew up and walked with… Continue reading The cycle of life #SundayPhotoFiction