Vaishu Ma wasn’t like any other sixty year old grandmother. She was the epitome of Darwin’s theory of natural selection, continuously evolving with the times.
There are so many things that I wish you knew, so many things I wish I had said that day, but I let the loudest silence fill in and widen the space between us.
I thought it could never happen to me. I thought I was tuned in at a different frequency than the romantic darlings who were oh-so in love. I thought wrong. The bug bit me too.
I sank into my dreams again. I never knew why I liked Ramcharan that much. I’ve never done so much intense fangirling for an “other language” hero before.
They were alone as the family had left and was not expected to return in at least an hour. It was just them and the intruder.
‘I can’t stand to see you underestimate yourself, Din. Others make music. You make Magic. Why aren’t you giving yourself enough credit for that?’
The first thing I hated about her was the alarmingly red lipstick she always wore. It was just red every day. Her other accessories constantly kept changing, but the lipstick never changed.
Editor’s Choice: Surya was certain that he had fallen into the depths of her dark eyes. Bad news was that he did not know a way out. Worst news was that she was not even slightly aware of the fact
The sugary voice takes me by surprise. She is up early. I turned around, and saw the six year old standing beside the dining table, rubbing sleep off her eyes.
Story of the Month Mar’2014: Eashan was unlike any other fifteen year old boy I’ve been acquainted with. Suits me well. I’m not any typical fourteen year old girl either.