Golf was now getting on to our nerves. I was forcing her to learn the genuine skills of the game and she was adamant in proving all the laws of the game ‘Wierd’.
BOND WITH THE ‘JEST’
Today, almost four months have passed and my baby -parrot has grown up. In my parrot , I visualise David’s childhood. I have kept a small plastic cup inside the cage
THE MISSED CALLS
The days went on and one fine day, I decided to express my feelings in the form of a love letter. With much hesitation but strong spontaneous emotions, I wrote
THE PROFESSOR’S CHILD
My actual friendship with Rehman began when he was in the second year of his college life. As I was walking towards one of my classes in the afternoon
HAPPY DAUGHTERS’ DAY
O’ Almighty , Omnipresent , the Power Supreme,Bless us and kindness on us all shower extreme,The daughters of the earth to You pray,
LLC03: THE INTERMISSION
The Intermission is a Love letter written in the form of a short story and is dedicated to the Song of Life sung by many a people but tuned by a few. Age and time are the best teachers
TO SIR VICHITRA VARMA WITH LOVE………..
I wish to begin this short story with a piece of disclaimer proclaiming that all the characters used in my story are fictitious and do not bear resemblance to any person, living or dead
THE SILENT STROKE
I was then working in a private firm as an Assistant Manager and was recently transferred to another city. The burden of packing the utilities and a traumatic divorce loaded my otherwise thin shoulders
THE WRATH YATRA
Now the Shrine alone stands.Once where lay many a dwelling,lie now the dead with many a swelling,Amidst Nature’s frown and fury,
A TRIBUTE TO THE SOULS OF SOLITUDE
When I was young,chuckled I at every wrinkle that your face contained,At every pain that your smile contained,a beautiful song unsung
