Would I fade away in time? Would I fade away from your memory? Like the wisp of a distant wish, Like the figment of an imagination, Like the morning dream That ought to be forgotten. Or will I linger? Somewhere in the recesses of your mind, Somewhere in between remembrances Somewhere in the multiple … Continue reading Miss Me, Will You?
(10 years ago….continued) Days following the grand declaration of love were like a never ending fairytale. I was living my dream and ticking off things from my secret wish-list. Rehaan and I spent most of the time together, especially evenings, chatting for hours together. I took part in the tea ceremony, took numerous trips with … Continue reading Jodhpur Diaries #10
The team leader kept shouting at the bespectacled fresher. I just couldn’t stand it anymore. Enough of being a spectator. ‘Stop bullying him,’ I said loud and clear. His attention shifted to me. ‘What? What did you say?’ ‘I said stop bullying him.’ ‘And who are you, madam, to say me that? How dare you? … Continue reading Bully #fiction
‘I think chicken broth is tastier than vegetable broth,’ she said with conviction chopping the cucumber and cabbage on the wooden board. ‘Really, I want to taste it. Would you make it for me?’ he asked coaxing her to cook for him. He loved her recipes and rarely had such a golden opportunity to have … Continue reading Jenna #shortstory
10 years earlier-- (continued) ‘We are not yet open, Miss.. It’s after about two hours..,’ Rehaan said as he saw me enter the door. I had not thought of any good excuses yet but I attempted nonetheless,’ I know. But I have my school at that time…Umm… Can I just sit in the far end, … Continue reading Jodhpur Diaries #9
10 years back: The air was cool yet, still humid. It had drizzled two hours back. It was already March. Ah! How time flies! The wind blew on our face as we ran down the slope licking the ice-cream before it could dribble down our fingers. The roads in Darjeeling were like uphill and downhill, … Continue reading Jodhpur Diaries #8
I hid behind the big flower vase and the hanging decorations as Shivam descended the stairs chatting pleasantly with a relative, a middle aged woman, perhaps a queen. The very silhouette of him had my heart pounding and gave me goose bumps. And today he looked very much the prince that he was- charming, compelling … Continue reading Jodhpur Diaries #7