The first time I saw Mysha was at the coffee vending machine. A 22 year old fresh grad, in a crisp white shirt and black trousers, as she fumbled to use the machine. Before she could react, the cup was overfull with mocha and a lot had spilled out. She looked flummoxed. Today after 12… Continue reading Lonely at the Top #FlashFiction
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Renovation #FridayFictioneers
We are going to renovate the house, this old dowdy furniture, fading tiles, leaking roof will be replaced by world class furniture and fittings.Won’t you like that Mom? Do as you please but do not touch this bedroom and bathroom.The stained tiles,cracked wall,peeling paint remind me of the day I entered this house as a… Continue reading Renovation #FridayFictioneers
Letter to a feminist from the 50’s #WTFOW #WriteBravely
Dear Dadi, It feels a bit odd to be writing a letter to you when I know you are fast asleep in the bedroom right next to me. But there are so many things that I have always wanted to say and at times they may not come out verbally as beautifully as they do… Continue reading Letter to a feminist from the 50’s #WTFOW #WriteBravely
My biggest treasure that I cherish-#WTFOW
Its been a long and tiring day at work. The first week of the month for anyone working in finance is always a nightmare. Funnily we call it month end though its the start of a new month. That’s because we finalise the pnl and balance sheet of the firm for the prior month. Now… Continue reading My biggest treasure that I cherish-#WTFOW
Being Myself- Unapologetic
The perfectly cooked, neither burnt nor raw, round chapatis laden with desi ghee neatly stacked one on top of the other lay in the casserole. Dal tadka and aloo shaak, peas pulao and boondi raita- and today’s speciality gajar ka halwa adorned the dinner table. A skill every woman ought to master to rule her… Continue reading Being Myself- Unapologetic
BLUE bruises- #BarAThon
The sound of the slap reverberated, creating a hollow effect. The stillness of the moment and the deafening silence that prevailed made the atmosphere all the more ominous. Smita was dumbstruck, she felt a stinging pain on her cheek as she continued to massage her thigh where she was struck 2 minutes ago and it… Continue reading BLUE bruises- #BarAThon
