It’s a rare, sunny morning in Chicago. That special kind of morning when the sun streams right on to your shoulders, and your spirits are simply soaring. “What a memorable work trip,” thinks Sonia smugly. “I’ll grab a bite and then binge shop at Bloomingdales.” She turns around to eye the building. A gorgeous hunk stumbles into her, knocking some coffee on her brand new dress. Sonia gapes at his steel, blue eyes; mesmerised, not one bit upset….
“Woooah! What are those multi-coloured beauties we have on the mantle piece, Mommy?” asked Sam. “New additions to my artifact collection, Hun. Urns and vases, specially imported from Istanbul,” Eva replied proudly.
“I love opal sunsets. Especially the ones that come, right after a heavy downpour,” smiled Samantha gazing across the horizon. The sky embellished with dark-amber clouds, looked gorgeous. Vihaan and she were out on their second date. A perfect setting to get some romance started.
The ancient tree towers among the tropical vegetation of the Sands resort. It canopies the wooden benches, giving the guests a respite from the sunny days. A pair of woodpeckers nest here every spring. But each time the fledglings die, leaving a trail of blood. Also, what remains a mystery are the myriad stones that line the bottom of the tree. Legend says they were brought from the rocky beaches, by couples; wanting to seal their love…
“We found him on the porch. It’s broken a wing,” said the DH, almost thrusting a Mynah on my face. The nine-year-old piped in, “Mamma, isn’t he handsome as hell? Can we keep him, pleaseeeee.” “I’d love to darling, but you know Gran is Orinthophobic, don’t you!” “Orintho…what?” “She has a fear of birds.” “But Mamma, he can stay upstairs in my room” “First things first my girl; let’s help restore this little guy,” said the DH. “Oh so you…
It’s yet another dark, dreary morning. I wonder why the nights aren’t endless. Then the sinister mornings wouldn’t return. These gloomy mornings remind me of my vulnerabilities, and give me no choice but to face this loveless world squarely; everyday.
The sun was dipping into the horizon, leaving behind streaks of burnt orange as the grey, candy flossed clouds tried hard to camouflage them. Al and I had decided to go for a quick drive to the Aravalli hills, that lazily lay sprawled around our urban jungle. We were hoping to spot some peacocks, jackals, or nilgais, as they headed into the hilly jungles, after a day’s feasting. Our SUV rumbled along the hilly terrain. Al suddenly braked hard,…
Naysa and Nolan have been married for a week now and are honeymooning in Scotland. They are out sightseeing. These ruins haven’t caught the eyes of many a tourists. The couple heard about them from their friends who are locals. The ruins stand out in all their splendour, adorned by the lush, luxuriant greens that have stealthily crept their way into the walls, notwithstanding the harsh weather. Naysa lies on her back, wistfully gazing at the sky. The azure…
They are basking in the stunning glory of a sky full of stars. Akram pours a third glass of Cabernet Sauvignon into Enya’s glass. Enya, slightly tipsy giggles, as Akram gently pushes her locks behind her ear and kisses the nape of her neck. They first met, as gangly teenagers. Enya was a new at school and Akram was a grade senior. He took her on a school tour and what happened thereafter is history. Fifty odd years…
Story # 1: Amanda returns from work, to her new home to see two pretty bouquets adorning the dining table. The dainty one reads, “To the worlds most gorgeous woman, love you more-Rohit” The note on bigger bouquet reads, “From your Secret Admirer” Amanda is flummoxed. Rohit walks in and kisses Amanda on the forehead. “Hi darling, you got the flowers. Great! Wow, who’s the other one from?” Amanda shrugs her shoulders. At that very moment…