Unconditional love #TellTaleThursday

Now is the time, just do it. I tried my best to be a good son but I can’t do it anymore. I want to live for myself now, a stress free life, free of hospital visits, medicines, pain and suffering. A life where I do not receive frantic calls and have to leave everything… Continue reading Unconditional love #TellTaleThursday

Only If #FFFAW #FlashFiction

I look up- pristine white mountains, conifer trees with snow adorning the leaves, the playground looks quite a different sight with a snowy layer. How I loved winters- the chilly days, hot cups of cocoa, going up the mountains and skiing with Jeeya. Jeeya and I- our world was complete. My daughter, friend, guide, agony… Continue reading Only If #FFFAW #FlashFiction

Daddy’s Girl #FlashFiction

I looked at little Nysa’s innocent face as she slept in Arjun’s arms, blissfully unaware of everything. Arjun held her protectively in his strong arms, as if shielding her from all things evil. What a tranquil sight this was, of a daughter with a Dad who had not birthed her. My mind raced back to… Continue reading Daddy’s Girl #FlashFiction

A birthday with a difference #FridayFotoFiction

The half filled jar of blue lemonade stood by the window. I took a sip and closed my eyes. When was the last time I had felt so calm? Feels like ages ago. A mum never rests, does she? When the kids were born, I thought I will get some rest once they grow older… Continue reading A birthday with a difference #FridayFotoFiction

The pain of a mother #FridayFictioneers

The rows of of branded stores, roadside cafes,her dream destination Chicago did little to cheer her up today.It had been just 2 days that she landed in her city of dreams for a business assignment. The initial thrill had subsided and she had this gnawing feeling of missing her daughter, the pain of a mother… Continue reading The pain of a mother #FridayFictioneers

Aaji #FridayFotoFiction

I saw her in the park every day, a lady in her mid 60’s everyone called her “Aaji”. A crisp cotton saree, hair neatly tied and a book in her hand. An English magazine like Women’s Era or Femina or a heavy duty novel like Ayn Rand. She buried her head in the book and… Continue reading Aaji #FridayFotoFiction

Tête-à-Tête with Basamma #WTFOW #WriteBravely

The one person whose role was restricted to washing utensils and sweeping/mopping the house- in the past only a few who could afford having a maid hired her. The scene has changed drastically. You will hardly find a single household who doesn’t employ a maid. From cleaning utensils and sweeping/mopping and washing clothes, she has… Continue reading Tête-à-Tête with Basamma #WTFOW #WriteBravely