INDEX khushi was staring at the computer in front of her wondering how to tell her boss, that sweet and kind akash ji, that she had no idea how to use these machines. haan, give her a kadai and a ladle and some oil and a bit of sugar, flour, besan, yogurt and she could create magic. but this funny thing with a screen… and if there has to be a screen it ought to show you screen things,…
let us be like two falling stars in the day sky. let no one know of our sublime beauty as we hold hands with god and burn into a sacred existence that defies – that surpasses every description of ecstasy and love. ~~~ hafiz~~~ the rain had a nagging quality about it. and it had been going on for almost two days. wetness clung to surfaces; everything was soggy, damp; shoes brought home squelching mud and hp was tired of…
INDEX “khushi?” her hand went still, the toothbrush stayed in her mouth. she stared at the mirror, a little misty from the steam. he’d called her by her name the very first time. not the terse “miss gupta!” just… khushi. he had kissed her. khushi’s eyes went round in an instant, saucer like, her lips formed a perfect “o”, the toothbrush remained where it was. he had kissed her! that awful man. how dare he? she was going to……