The Lady Loan Shark #ShortStory

I met Kala aunty after ages- it had been almost 12 years. I last remember when I was in college, she had come visiting our place from Mumbai. She and her little daughter Meera  We played with Meera in the backyard, she was barely 10. I was pleased to see the young 24 year old… Continue reading The Lady Loan Shark #ShortStory

This fuzzy thing called LOVE #WriteBravely #WriteProBlogger

There were myriad emotions running through Sunaina’s mind as the plane touched the ground. She was back home, her own city Mumbai after a short trip to London. Saying good bye was hard. Her husband Ajay had landed a short term assignment for 6 months in London and she had accompanied him to help set… Continue reading This fuzzy thing called LOVE #WriteBravely #WriteProBlogger

Proud of being Brown #WOW #ShortStory

Naira looked at her image in the mirror and cursed her luck again. I must have done something to displease the Gods, thats the reason I have been cursed with this dark skin which  everyone detests. Known as the black sheep of the family, not due her deeds but due to the colour of her… Continue reading Proud of being Brown #WOW #ShortStory

The last goodbye from a mother to her child #WriteBravely #WriteProBlogger

I am participating in  The Write Tribe Problogger October 2017 Blogging Challenge . The prompt for today is Nostalgia. While we usually associate nostalgia with happy memories, it may not always be the case. At times, it could be longing to go back to the past and reminiscence those moments of pain, simply because those memories are all you have of someone… Continue reading The last goodbye from a mother to her child #WriteBravely #WriteProBlogger

Closure #FridayReflections

Ridhi bit her lower lip, she always did that when she was tensed. She was visiting her hometown after 4 years. The peace and tranquility after a maddening schedule in London ought to calm her down. This was the place she was born and raised, where she made her first friends and foes and her… Continue reading Closure #FridayReflections

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

ORANGE Tree- #BarAThon

Shantala and Sudha sat gazing at the stars in the sky, as Sudha peeled an orange and handed over a few pieces to Shantala. They bit into the juicy orange as they reminisced their childhood days. They were childhood buddies, inseparable, people called them Siamese twins. Their favorite activity was climbing the orange tree in… Continue reading ORANGE Tree- #BarAThon