Follow my blog with Bloglovin “I like him,” I declared. The buzzing stopped and it suddenly got quiet. I was not used to this. Just when I was getting uncomfortable with the silence, Trisha said, “He is okay that way, likeable, but way below your standards.” Vani interrupted her, “Who are you to decide her standards, she is capable of
The envelope was in tatters and the pieces of paper held within were yellowing, the writing on it fading. His eyes had lost their youthful charm, and age had caught up with them, but he could still remember her voice when he read “Dude”, only she could come up with the weirdest of names for him. He had not liked
Dr. Ravi was very eager to start his day. The people from the top news channel in Hyderabad were coming to interview him. Today he was amongst the leading medical practitioners in Hyderabad and everyone wanted to know his story. And he had a fancy tale to tell the world. He wanted everyone to know about him, and his unusual
This is part 3 and the concluding part of the series. The Previous parts can be found here: Part 1 Part 2 Kavay was surprised by how everything had turned out. It had been five months since Kaizeen had begun taking the pills and there was no improvement in her condition. In fact if anything, her paranoia had gotten worse.
This is Part 2 of a series. You can read Part 1 here . Kaizeen woke up with a start, and heaved a sigh of relief, “It was just a dream.” The pitter patter of the rains on the window had stopped. She got out of bed careful not to wake up Kavay and she walked slowly to the window
Kavay Ilavia usually traveled business class, but on this particular flight from Delhi to Mumbai, he felt like it was the first time he was traveling alone. He had lost everything in a matter of months. Six months back he was the ideal son, and the loyal brother, without a single care. Today, he was the sole living member of
Dreams – they are born in nothingness and most of them lead to nothing; unless a dream finds its perfect seer, the one person who can make that particular nothing to something substantial. Dreams are just tricks played by your subconscious, until they find the one person who can play the game better. Most people think dreams are unreal, figments
Ananya did not know what to do with her life. She was stuck, and had to choose between the frying pan and the fire. She smiled thinking about how she had been walking on fire all her life, that is how she ended up like burnt toast. Ananya knew she had to do it though, she had to choose. If
Sia was dressed and ready to go to her favourite restaurant. It was their anniversary and Nikhil had made dinner reservations for them at 9 PM and promised a surprise. Sia liked surprises, and she was looking forward to the evening. She had worn the new Peacock Blue dress. Blue, was Nikhil’s favourtie colour. Nikhil was stuck in traffic. He
So, finally I have written in a genre I thought I would never write. Albeit with a little help from Vinay. This is the concluding part of the collaboration that we started writing about a week ago. If you haven’t yet read the previous parts do read them.. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 PART 4 Nisha couldn’t sleep. How could she?
So, finally I have written in a genre I thought I would never write. Albeit with a little help from Vinay. This is a collaboration that we started writing about a week ago, and here we are at part three. If you haven’t yet read the previous parts do read them.. Part 1 Part 2 Avi could feel the festive mood