Every Colour Dahlia

Every Color Dahlia The city haze covers the dawn. The sun rays hide in the misty gaze of my view that spreads across the horizon. Last, when I checked it was still termed as fog and not smog, and the air is breathable so I take the liberty of looking at the scene positively. The...

2020 – The Jumanji Year

Every morning I wake up hoping that 'today we all will be thrown out of a gaming console' back to the good old world of pollution and traffic jams. It was a wonderful world. It was killing us of-course and finally, we all would have died but it was like arsenic - slow silent and...

Traffic Signal

Short stories are fun to write, they can twist and turn or simply leave you with a mellow sweet feeling. They can be tricky to write if one has to limit the words but the short story is usually an extended moment for the writer. The story is based on a prompt Traffic Signal but...

Fragile

bolts of lightning  crack into the  grey sky thunderous echoes  shatter the  silent night a moment of life flickers and then  is laid to rest life in a metaphor proves nothing at our behest fragile all that lives fragile  until death...    

Laughing Dove Dilemma

Yesterday morning, a little laughing dove nestling, fell off the nest which was high up behind out AC unit. Somewhere this lucky one has a guardian angel for sure because it fell right on the chair where I had stacked up rugs to be dusted. Its fall was cushioned and then the baby just rolled...

Baba

“Who sends inland letters in today’s time?” I asked the drenched postman standing at my door. The poor man smiled at my amusement. He deserved a tip, after-all he was working while I was staying at home. It was a heavy downpour. The city had come to a halt. The main drain of Gurugram overflowed...