They sat on the same sofa. But far apart. He was listening to his Dylan on his headphones. She was perched up on the other end of the sofa, her feet tucked underneath her with a stole wrapped around her. She had Emily Dickinson opened but she was hardly reading it. She was lost inContinue reading “Songs From a Room”
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A Pack of Croutons
She rolled the windows down, as she drove out of the city and entered the highways. The cool fresh breeze caressing her face as she drove on the smooth roads made her feel alive again. Away from the concrete jungle, she felt recharged amidst the greenery around her. She drove on, as Vashti Bunyan alternatedContinue reading “A Pack of Croutons”
Seven Days
“The denominations need to be small. No large notes remember”, the gruff voice sounded even more menacing in its ice cold avatar. She heard it and it registered it in her brain. She knew she couldn’t afford to forget this one. She came home and looked at her husband. He was busy on his laptopContinue reading “Seven Days”
Pani Puri
Tears kept streaming down his eyes. He was embarrassed by it. Especially since she was sitting right opposite him at the table. He knew her eyes were on him. But he couldn’t help it. The tears refused to stop. “Still can’t handle the spice eh,” she laughed as she looked at his hapless face. SheContinue reading “Pani Puri”
Summer Rain
Summer Rain She looked around her in a wondrous mix of awe and apprehension. As she gazed at the tall buildings around her, she walked past the basketball court to enter the main campus. It was her first day in college and she was understandably nervous. And then she saw him. The moment she sawContinue reading “Summer Rain”
The Song
Well I know it’s kind of late I hope I didn’t wake you But what I got to say can’t wait I know you’d understand Every time I tried to tell you The words just came out wrong So I’ll have to say I love you in a song Jim Croce, I’ll Have to SayContinue reading “The Song”
The Last Ranges
“You still snore”, he said. “Even after all these years”. “And I still don’t believe you”, she replied, irritated. He was walking ahead of her and she was finding it hard to keep pace with him. “I thought we were to walk “together”” she said, panting as she struggled to walk steadily on the uphillContinue reading “The Last Ranges”
The Way We Were
The trees and hills went in a blur of brownish green as the car whizzed past the lovely scenery. The lashing rains on the windscreen added the perfect soundtrack to the wonderful image nature had painted as they drove across the ghats. The white shirt guy was driving. The green top girl sat beside himContinue reading “The Way We Were”
August Rain
He got up from his seat to put a coin in the jukebox. ”Not Ben King again please”, she implored with a smile. “Naah, it’s Carole King now”, he replied. He went up and put in a coin to play Way Over Yonder. As the female King’s mellifluous voice started singing, he came back withContinue reading “August Rain”
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