Me, the brainy North Indian as Sally called me, and she, the American beauty with brains, had met in a library in California.The initial spark of love..
Today I open my Facebook account as usual. My community is as lively as ever. A smile spreads across my slightly wrinkled face
There were tears and then screams of joy. There were kisses of love and then a screeching of the brakes. And out of nowhere, our life ended right there.
Ramchand was looking earnestly at the large grandfather clock which was their family heirloom. It showed 10:08, in the morning. As he looked at it, sipping on his goblet
She was watching the crowd in the station. There was still time for her train to come. She found a place to sit. Pranav was hitting an imaginary ball
Rebecca had been sitting on the edge of her bed for some time. She was examining the lines on her palm, not with particular interest, but with the rapt expression
This poem is about childhood nostalgia. I was inspired to write this after visiting my husband’s home town-Riverside, in California.