Ivanka’s Land The bus trundles down the countryside, as the mist cloaks itself against the picket fences, partially blurring the view of the ruins and that one odd cottage that stands graciously, in the middle of nowhere. “Stop, please. I need to get off here,” hollers Ivanka from her bus seat. “Here?” says the bus driver bringing the bus to a screeching halt. “You got to be kidding me, Señorita. That’s an abandoned land. Nobody dares go there. Ghouls and…
Dadu’s Temple Tales We roam around the streets of Katwa without a care in the world, without any qualms and baggages of our city bred life. We left the city lights, to soak in the pristine simplicity of this lazy town that lies sprawled by the banks of the river Ganges. Dadu grew up in Katwa, and spent all his years serving the community; while Thakuma supported him relentlessly by pitching in and raising their progeny of six. We, the…
Istanbul, 1970 Every night they sat huddled under the exquisite lamppost erected by the Turkish noble. They were a bunch of homeless vagabonds. The lamppost was a witness to imaginary tales, true adventures and some silly, inane anecdotes. On lucky days, they shared piping hot tea and leftover bread, handed over by some generous passerby.
“I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas,” Vivian hummed, as the barren tree outside the living room window stared back at her. The icicles lent it a certain character, though.
Matter of Tooth!: By Varad ‘Please!’ I sputter and cough disgusting stuff into the gutter before looking at the repulsed passerby, ‘Point me to the nearest dentist.’ The scrawny, rag-clad man stares at me as if I had sprouted a second head. It was obvious that he did not understand a word of what I said. ‘Dentist! Please! Emergency!’ I gasp, gesticulating wildly. I’m dizzy with pain and hunger. It has been more than 24 hours since I’d last had…
It’s Monday morning. The toast just got burnt. The cleaning lady calls in sick. As Adil and I bolt towards the bus stop, we see the bus chugging away.
“Sometimes When We Touch” You ask me if I love you And I choke on my reply I’d rather hurt you honestly Than mislead you with a lie And who am I to judge you On what you say or do? I’m only just beginning to see the real you And sometimes when we touch The honesty’s too much And I have to close my eyes and hide I wanna hold you till I die Till we both break down…
The party was swinging. Toasts were being raised and glasses clinked. Doff had won an Oscar. His head started to reel. Wasn’t the Jagerbombs! The thought of rigging the awards haunted him like a banshee. Suddenly the room folded flat around him. @@@@@@@@@@@@ Written as part of #MicroMondays, hosted by the gorgeous couple, Varad of Loose End Of The Thread and Namratha of Namy Says So. Each week we are given a set word count…
The Holiday season was around the corner. The decked up stores were buzzing with shoppers galore. As “Santa Clause is Coming to Town” played in the background, cheery people gallivanted around with a spring in their feet. Some with two left feet even did a happy jig, with not a care in the world. Children in their pretty attires preened and pranced around their mommies, while they shopped. The shoppers were busy checking out almost every store; each offering hefty…
Vishwas Kapur, the CEO of India’s second largest company, is a spiritual man known for his philanthropic deeds. His employees love and revere him completely. After all he is firm, yet generous with his words and actions.