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"Are you coming tonight?" Sneha asked me excitedly."Where?" I asked."It's a new Year's party. I have got an entry pass for all four of us. It will be fun. Yoooo!" Her dance moves showed her excitement on the busy Indian streets of Mumbai with her right-hand index finger pointing towards the sky and left hand placed on her hips. The sudden dance move startled me, and I looked at her with surprise. Meanwhile, my mind was running at its top speed, searching for a powerful reason to not to go with her.
It is very difficult for an ordinary family man to have some time alone. With a smartphone as part of your life, you can’t be alone even in bathroom. Great minds got their path breaking ideas in solitude. Law of gravitation, Archimedes principle and Mahatma Gandhi got his idea of “salt Satyagraha” while he secluded himself alone for 21 days meditating in his hut. God’s grace that I don’t have suc...
A Piece of Cake
“Are you coming tonight?” Pratap asked.
“No, I am not coming. You know I don’t’ like parties; certainly not your type of parties.”
“Ok, man. Suit yourself. But you are missing a lot of fun.”
I sighed, as I replaced the receiver. I wondered why he persisted in calling me every time he was either hosting or going to a party. He knew very well that I was no...
“Are you coming tonight?” I was starting to regret the moment I decided to pick up the call when I saw Veer’s name flashing on my phone screen. “Ahmed, I’m not taking ‘no’ for an answer!” I weighed out all the excuses in my mind that I could give him – I have to help Amma cook mutton korma today, I have a head ache, I have to rearrange the shelves in Abbu’s shop; but apparently he had heard every single one of them by n...
"Are you coming tonight?"
"Not even for me?"
Amya huffs, fondly rolling her eyes as she faces the boy who has been following her since morning (read: two years).
"You know I can't. I've to complete assignments, revise for tomorrow's test….these gatherings are not my thing anyway." Amya pouts, resuming walking to her dorm.
Aman still fol...
Trouble Of The Trip
On a hot summer morn she decided to go on shopping. She cleaned all her dishes before 7 and then blown all the dust with vaccum cleaner till 7:30. She had a lot time to get ready as the shop would be going to open at 10'o clock. She then wore her purple dress which looked perfect on her. Not so fancy and not so simple she looked in her get up was with a pair of boots and her pearly n...
I have seen this black and white photograph of my Grandfather a thousand times. I don’t know why it attracts me today so much. A lonely Sunday with so much of household work to do. I left out a sigh of distress and went to the window of my cramped apartment in Bombay. Life is really black and white in erstwhile Bombay which now became Mumbai. Like the picture I have in my hand. I earn more than t...
“Are you sure it’s a great idea? Me accompanying you to the top of the mountain?” Smriti asked Neha, forcing her blue boots through the calf-length layer of snow.“Of course!” Neha walked ahead of her. ”You know how much I love mountains. Plus, it’s an excellent opportunity for you to face your fear."Smriti glared at her red overalls and her black bottom. Though Neha was her best friend, she hated her sometimes. Another lecture on facing the fear-nonsense. “Right now? On your honeymoon?”She giggled. “So what? Wherever ...
The moral heir
The Sun was absent throughout the day and the wind was gathering speed by the minute. Weather stations had forecasted cyclone in a day or two. Shops were fast downing their shutters and vehicles were hurrying towards their homes. Rain drops, big...
Weddings are fun, aren't they? They're huge, expensive affairs as it is, but in India, even more so.
The concept of marriage is a very controversial topic in today's world, with half the world proclaiming it a boon, and the other, a bane. But, in this country, it's simply a rite of passage. Being married is a part of life, like losing teeth, or getting your heart broken.
So strong is this belief,...
As I sat about covered in the musty smell of old books and diaries, a thought struck me.
"Let's have a look at some of those old photo albums, Ma!" I called after my mother who, as she always is, was busy in a world of her own.
"We don't have time for that nonsense, just pack up your things in neat stacks, your father will be here any minute now, wanting to take them to the raddiwala and those ...
Childhoods, the period where you learn about the environment, feel emotions and still have very little idea about the world. I wouldn't exactly say childhood was “fun” fun more like the kind of relaxation you get from passing out on the couch after a long day at work, because let's be truthful you are the dumb 1 foot child who constantly get attached by the elder siblings and touches the hot iron even after your mum told you for the millionth time it hurts. Most of the memories of our childhood shows that we thoug...
Those days, exactly at 10:00 pm, the electricity used to be cut for a minute and at 10:01 it would be back. The elders used to say, “They change the line”. Even today, I don’t understand what it means. I never experienced this phenomenon after I grew up.
One of those nights, the elders were playing Thayam, a South Indian board game, in our thinnai, a raised platform in front of the hous...
Ram had never seen a place so quiet. There was no market commotion, no toddlers rushing between his legs, no vendor yelling his rates. All he saw were individuals acting sophisticated and regal while moving around carefully and swiftly, with barely even a faint squeak of their shoes in the puddle. The exchanges take place in a matter of seconds, and he is left blinking in awe and amazement.
His eyes take all the c...
It is an ordinary summer evening- or about as ordinary as any individual day can be, really- when the skies crack open.
There is no warning to it, no light drizzle- the clouds break open and rain comes thundering down, racing down windows with vigour and beating against cracking cement road. It screeches against windows and doors; the cold seeps in th...
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