Am I in love with this man, a stranger who has been stalking me, I thought. What’s wrong with me? I am certainly not desperate, yes I am lonely but this man is a stranger.
Author: errimli
Rimli Bhattacharya is a First class gold medalist in Mechanical Engineering from National Institute of Technology, an MBA in supply chain management and is engaged in a corporate sector. Her essay on mental illness in the anthology “Book of Light” a nonfiction genre was published with Speaking Tiger Publications which created a furor in the literature world. She writes for Several magazines, Times of India, Engineering Journals, Blogs and is also a trained Indian Classical Dancer, genre Kathak, and Odissi. She is based out of Mumbai, India. Rimli has been awarded a Star Blogger by team Bonobology for her essay “Running a solo Marathon” Rimli can be contacted in twitter @rimli76 and facebook https://www.facebook.com/Rimli1976
The Nude Terpsichore
He walked towards me, In silence, his taps blended with the mystic rhythms of my bells, Twenty each on my feet, forty bells, Coarse fingers wiping his face he sprung on me
The last goodbye
My parents came along with me to the mega city to bid me a farewell. Clutching my mother’s saree I wept like that little girl who wept on her first day in school.
The Dhaba, OM SHANTI
I gifted that book to her for those children. Rubbing my tears I left the place, I turned around. The mother was still watching me.
Just that night – He was mine
Before I could answer, the train had started rolling, I craned my neck to see him, he was watching me, I looked at him till he faded. I didn’t even ask his name, neither did he ask mine.
