Her parents-in-law mortified and disquieted under the constant exposure to unsympathetic glances they received and whispers exchanged behind
The Widow
Published by RUPESH BHAT in category Social and Moral with tag HIV | son | widow
Read, Write & Publish Short Stories
I am an engineering pass out and I love to write and want to see myself as a successful writer someday.
Published by RUPESH BHAT in category Social and Moral with tag HIV | son | widow
Her parents-in-law mortified and disquieted under the constant exposure to unsympathetic glances they received and whispers exchanged behind
Published by RUPESH BHAT in category Social and Moral with tag death | Independence Day | riot | student
Pranit had been coming back to read this piece of news regularly all day, ever since the paper boy rattling on his bicycle hurled the paper over the front wall
Published by RUPESH BHAT in category Childhood and Kids with tag chocolate | CWCI-2012 | grandfather | money
The Hand-pump in the front-yard stopped pulling out water in the morning and the plumber, same guy who installed the pump a year back,
Published by RUPESH BHAT in category Social and Moral with tag alcohol | hunger | old age home
They are the shelter less of the state. Right over there, you see that old structure, which at first may look like the place where they can stay
Published by RUPESH BHAT in category Poetry with tag beauty | Love | smile
Is there a way, Leading me anywhere near, To the reason why I love you? Or is this inability to answer, The only truth, crystal clear?
Published by RUPESH BHAT in category Social and Moral with tag Dream | drink | wish
Sachin wished to be Sachin and then he worked hard to be him. That’s why he is what he is. We “ain’t” him not because we never wish but we never work
Published by RUPESH BHAT in category Poetry with tag beautiful | grandma | Rain
Last Evening, A sudden halt in rain, And it’s all Orange for a while! Corridor, Walls, Doors, stairs, Trees, Leaves, roads, cars and cycles. Everything for a while; is Orange!
Published by RUPESH BHAT in category Poetry with tag Life | Love | struggle | tears
If, I am asked, to live without you. I won’t cry and tap for you. Because I know, After a few hiccups, Storm in my chest will rest…,Maybe, by then