“the deal’s off, gentlemen! akash, let’s go.” the voice rang out sharp and precise, its decibel remained low. there was a tremor on the surface of the water in the glasses on the long conference room table, and as the three men sitting across watched nonplussed, the man who had just uttered those words got up smoothly from the leather upholstered chair and strode toward the exit. behind him shuffled a pleasant looking young man, with a slightly myopic air,…
the night closed in around the white mercedes-benz suv as it shot through the empty after hours roads. there was a slight drizzle building up to something more falling lightly onto the asphalt, the large old trees, and the pretty landscaped circles of new delhi. dark windows sat behind high walls and rolling lawns, the rich part of town. he drove without seeing a thing, eyes fixed straight ahead, hands gripping the leather of the steering wheel, knuckles white, his…
why did it hurt so much? why did it always hurt to see her eyes grow hazy with tears, her breathing pattern change? why could he feel every rhythm of hers? she was no one to him… no one. just a girl who was crazy, who didn't belong to his world, who had accidentally bumped into him one evening and ever since then… ever since then what? he asked himself. “why can't i stop thinking about you?” he closed his…
Hey devi maiyya there is so much work to do.. It is jiji’s wedding after all. How many times while playing ghar-ghar I imagined myself as Madhuri from Hum Aapke Hain Kaun. Now why couldn’t Aakash jeejaji have a brother like Salman Khan ji. Jiji had to go fall in love with someone who has that laad governor as his brother. Koi aur achcha bhai bhi toh ho sakta tha.. How can I be Madhuri when that rakshas has the…
the river stretched far into the other side, the waters were deep and rippling, a rush in its current. the yamuna was in full spate, heavy rains had filled it to the brim and beyond, the embankments on either side had been breached a few times. no, not the yamuna of the arid delhi summer this; a monsoon yamuna bursting with fecundity, burgeoning with life, flowing expectant and full toward sangam, the meeting. khushi sat on the grass watching…
How exactly had he ended up here? At midnight, in Lakshmi Nagar of all the places. It had all started when Aakash had come back, over enthusiastic, after his chat with her.. Khushi.. Now why was she smiling and patting on that ridiculous rickety bench? Should he go sit next to her? His feet seemed to have taken over the decision as she continued talking nineteen to a dozen, even before he sat down next to her. Akash had said…
Once More As NK was nearing Arnav’s room, he heard typing sounds from the laptop and thought that it must be Arnav.But, he was surprised. In front of him was Khushi, with a Bluetooth in her ear and busy typing. ‘Khushi jeee?!!’ exclaimed NK. Khushi looked up to see a surprised NK with his mouth half open. ‘Nanheji, when did you come? I thought you were coming next month?’ ‘Yes, I was. But, I thought of giving you all a…
his eyes opened in the middle of the night. he’d been fast asleep after a long tiring day. sleep still clung to his eyes and his vision was not quite clear, focused. he realised he wasn’t lying on his back as was his wont. instead he slept on his right side, facing her. her face was half covered by the light blanket she’d snuggled into. she was curled up in it, comfortable, lost to the world, a calm all around…
(written on 14 february 2013, valentine’s day.) she sat there among the velvet red petals. around her lay a languorous quiet. he had left, angry and frustrated; furious with her… with the night. with himself. and she’d come down to their room, to the bed bedecked for love where a hundred doubts in the head had taken away everything her heart was sure of. she reached for a petal, such knowledge in its seamless velvet. what does a rose know…
iss pyaar ko kya naam doon? was the best romance ever and i was writing a story based on my favourite girl and boy for a dear friend’s birthday. as i wrote, the tale that wanted to be told came happily traipsing out. i hope you enjoy it. i’d like to thank my friend katelyn for the lovely texture i have used for my banner up there. “oh is it 4.35?” said the candle stand, “then it must be time…