I look at the grey clouds in the sky. This temporary gloom is going to be washed with joy shortly, while abundance follows.
Looking at my wrinkled hands, I smile. The first rain of the year continues to amuse me even after having seen sixty-two of them. I remember how we played in the water when we were young. Today, I sit here in my veranda and wait for raindrops to thrill me yet again. I wonder what else has the capacity to make me so happy. Love is the first word that comes to my mind. Continue reading
It has been so many years since I last saw you. Those sparkling happy eyes have dimmed a bit over the years. People have told me you have grown up to become a quiet person. What goes on in your mind? What do you dream of? To know this, I decide to give your mind a visit this night. Continue reading
Looking back from the window of the bus, teary eyed, I realise how much I am going to miss these people. There is a lump in my throat as a strange force pulls me back, and the lump tightens with each turn of the wheel. As a tear leaves my eye, I smile and wave at Baba whose expression mirrors mine. Continue reading
Dear Last Page of my Notebook,
The school has just reopened after the winter break and I must tell you how much I have missed you in this entire month that I was away. You are one friend who was with me during all those boring lectures when you were my escape into another planet. How can I thank you enough? Continue reading
I am overwhelmed by the response “Little Did He Know…” got. Many of my friends messaged me with interpretations of their own and I was very glad to read so many wonderful perspectives of the same story. That is what is beautiful about stories; they can give birth to so many new stories.
I would like to present the thoughts I had in mind when I wrote the story. Continue reading
He found himself curious as he scanned his surroundings for the first time. He looked upon the vast, black land beneath him. A dim yellow light, that seemed to originate from far away, scarcely filled the darkness. What is this place, he thought. But more than that, he was surprised by his new-found ability to think and see. Continue reading
Her voice can’t hold the weight of the memories and tears pushing to break open. At one point, her voice breaks just a little and she looks away, far away somewhere. I try to console her feeling guilty about every pain I have caused and she shakes her head, holds my hand. Something in her eyes tells me she has thanked God a thousand times already in the last few minutes while telling me this story.