"So, dinner?" Kanika had erased that message twice before finally sending it. Narain had left it at read. Two long hours had gone by. The two blue tick marks had begun to leave deep scars on her soul. She had begun to feel that was a bad idea ask him for dinner. But it was … Continue reading No dinner?
"Wait till everyone is asleep," she whispered to Toby. "We'll get our chance." Toby waited. Sakina exhaled slowly. It was well past 2AM when they tip-toed to the kitchen and opened the fridge for a large piece of cake. As she sunk her teeth in the dark, moist sweetness, she got blinded by the florescent … Continue reading After dark
...continued from Will - Part 1 Majorda, 29th September, 1979 “Why are we driving out of Panaji, Mr D’sa?” I asked him when I realized that we were crossing the bridge over the river. “I don’t want to be seen celebrating with you. Especially not tonight,” he looked at me, “and please, call me Albert.” … Continue reading Will – Part 2
Vasai, 20th September, 1979 Dushera was approaching. I was in the balcony of the house I was currently living in, looking outside to the busy street that was my main source of entertainment in those days. My arms were being gently caressed by the waning, comfortable light of the day. Dust rose high from the … Continue reading Will – Part 1
“So, this is it.” She said-sighed, weary, tired, sad but hoping that her flight delays. “I wanted to give you this before I go.” She said. Her eyes finally met with his. The day’s dying light enveloped his entire world. Her eyes whispered grey stories and exhibited evidences of her clouded tear-filled afternoon. “It is … Continue reading The Day’s Dying Light
Kanika didn’t show up at the old fort that evening. Day waned to a night that, under different circumstances, would’ve been beautiful (seducing even) but at that moment it seemed ruthless. I was waiting at the top of Bhavani’s Baithak, one of the towers of the fort, since what must have been two hours. She … Continue reading Bhavani’s Baithak
The Man was digging, while the Dog watched. "Damn this dirt," he said, at which the Dog looked on and waited. It tilted its head towards the right and spat the stick on the ground. In its impatience, it barked thrice. More dirt crept in the Man's fingernails. His bruised knuckles frowned at his desperation. … Continue reading The Man, The Dog And The Metaphor.