A bored housewife has a habit of peeking into her neighbours windows at night. When her maid shares some interesting gossip with her, what follows is fun…
It was a perfect morning. Dhruv woke up after a 10 hour sleep and felt refreshed, energized, ready! Best time to get stoned, he thought. He looked at the watch
This poem is about that stream of thoughts which seem to have a plan of their own and make us a silent witness as we sit back and try to understand what the mind is telling us.
A poem I wrote when I was wondering about the notion of god. What I figured was that god was just like any other unknown variable, except that the value attached to this variable was a little too much.
Editor’s Choice: Patience. That’s the key. It’d been too long since he’d had a good night’s rest. Three months of research, of planning, of stalking. All for this day.
Life is full of choices. A woman has an autistic child, which she comes to love. her husband supports her. but everything isn’t always black or white.
The train resumed its services after the hour long halt and the TT along with the rest of the passengers settled down into their seats. Some glad, some indifferent