I can’t really remember when the desire to get a tattoo was kindled but it must have been some time in middle school. We would always draw on our wrists, fingers, forearms and call them tattoos. It would be rings, birds, butterflies, symbols of fandoms etc. drawn in blank ink of our gel pens. I… Continue reading An Outward Impression of Inner Reflection
Category: Stories
The Philanthropic Crook
Part 3 and final. What happens when brothers come face-to-face and the powerful meet their matches?
Prophecy of the Cave.
The second of the 3 part series... continuation of "Cruising The Nile". Rediscover Aladdin's story.
Cruising The Nile
The first of a 3 part series... Egyptian Fiction Fantasy in free verse
A Surprising Sally
An eye opening vacation. India as I had neither seen nor Imagined ever before. Beautiful places and surprising journeys.
How’s The Josh?!
A first attempt at voicing a commoner's perspective on a near-war situation that left the nation baffled.
Obit of an Old Man
Time and again we are reminded that things and people go highly unappreciated and unnoticed before they are long gone.It was on Saturday when Dad made a revisit to the door to collect his phone that he had forgotten on his way out, that our neighbour announced the old man's death to us. It came… Continue reading Obit of an Old Man
The Forgotten House
A tale close to my heart I bring for you this time, And to attempt a new art, I shall put it in a rhyme. When I first met her, I was only eleven, Since then, Time has counted years seven. Of an intimidating personality, of her was my impression first, I wondered if her… Continue reading The Forgotten House
Milli From Mumbai
The story of how an extraordinary being won our hearts from a distance of 150km and later came to cover the same to become the most stunning part of our lives. Oct 5th, 2018 7:00 am [Wadala, Mumbai] Two girls, in the teen-to-young-adult transition phase, saw a pup, about a month old, roaming about the… Continue reading Milli From Mumbai
The Tale of The Chirpy Grandma
A slightly different post this time. A short tale of someone who made a slight difference. Waiting at the bus stand on a lucky monsoon morning without rains, I was chatting with Maa. When all topics of the morning had been covered we finally realised that the bus I was intending to take was running… Continue reading The Tale of The Chirpy Grandma
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