The Other Side

The sunlight from the far end of west was getting fainter by the time. I touched my jacket to check whether it was in place without looking at it. I could not remove my gaze from the beautiful golden rays of light touching the leaves. I was sitting on a bench in a garden near my house. As the sun rays began to get fainter, I put on my jacket to avoid cold. I also wore my shoes to cover up my feet and prevent them from getting colder....

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I will wait

I shouldn't miss thy sight Therefore am blinking less. Standing at the door With my tears suppress. Heart throbbing Still beating in tandem. Breath is heavy And somewhat random. Stoned is what My eyes are becoming. You know I will wait Though I know you ain't comin...

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The Black Camphor

This morning was different than other mornings. The random noises of relatives and utensils were comparatively more aggravating than ever. She tried to cover her head inside the blanket thinking she could barricade the sound for some more time and could complete her sleep, but it was never to be happened as her mother entered the room howling. “Get up you sloth. And go to the beauty parlor with your cousin.” “It is only 8 am mom....

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An Old Umbrella

He walked straight into the ‘Barista’ and stood for a minute to feel the comfort of AC. It was burning outside that café. The sun rays were plunging on to the surface of the earth with its full intensity. The moisture from air was long gone and the wind was carrying only dust and pollution. While the heat was bashing on the glass doors of café, it was soothing and cool inside it. He was 60+ and his skin had countless wrinkles. He was wearing...

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A Few Words…

He sat still on his sepia chair staring the blank face of MS word on his ‘Acer laptop’. His eyes kept on pondering through the layers of his upcoming story and meeting unborn characters. After almost half an hour of gazing and thinking he pushed his chair with his back, making some space for his long legs which were literally stuck between the chair and the table.       He picked up a pen from the table, a Reynolds’s bold...

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I didn’t believe in ghost until that day

‘Seeing a cat isn’t a problem, the problem is when it disappears.’ A chilling night of December was enough to make me feel awkward but on top of that my ongoing exams were adding the pressure on me. I was not sure how long it would have taken to complete the final sample paper. It was already 1:15 am in a night of December winter. I was preparing for my examinations in my room which was on the 3rd floor of the house. It was chilling...

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