“Stay here”, Vivaan sobbed, “please don’t go…” The teenager cried hard as he pulled me closer and buried his face in my lap. He usually did this when his parents, friends or school upset him. I gently stroked his cheek. He lifted his head, his eyes still moist and looked at my face, gently placing his hand behind my ear.

“You know what Honey?,” he began, “you have been the only one who always li...

Meet me where,

The ocean meets the sky,

Find me where,

The birds love to fly.

Talk to me when,

The aurora steals the show,

When the moon is full,

The breeze blows slow.

I will always wait for you,

At the end of the horizon,

Even when the night is moonless,

The sun continues to burn,

I will always love you the way,

The sea kisses the shore,

Forever in your gentle sway,

I will seek you even more.

...

Shadows dance under the moonlight,

The skies contain the secrets dark,

The stars continue to shine bright.

The ball is during that hour of the night,

When the vapours form clouds stark,

And shadows dance under the moonlight.

The knight and the princess unite,

As their shadows dance and love would spark,

And the stars continue to shine bright.

The moon still keeps the ball alight,

The knight ...

In fleeting glimpses,

I behold the charming face,

That has renounced everything

In the search of solace.

The eyes said more than

Words ever could,

The mind raced faster than

The legs ever could.

In the eyes, was a window

To the chastity deep inside

Where the innocent thoughts,

The childish soul are confined.

The face belonged to a girl,

But the heart to a bird,

Clamouring to return to the sk...

It was the hour just before twilight. I was standing on the banks of Mother river Ganga. I was waiting for the sun to rise. It had been just 8 praharas since I was crowned King of Anga. However, the crowning ceremony did not change the fact that I am still a Sutaputra, a pariah, a downtrodden, an outcast. People still think of me as an untouchable rather than a worthy warrior.

The crowning cerem...

As I stand in the verandah of my beach house, the fresh air played mischievously with a few locks of my hair. I stared at the horizon. I could feel the salty air fill my lungs with new hopes for the upcoming days, my awaiting future. My eyes ceaselessly kept flashing the pictures from the previous night. Exhaustion engulfed me. My brain was tired. I felt crestfallen. All of it happened in a single...

Just act natural like the moon,

That sees the tears of those in pain;

Performs such a motherly act,

Knowing that one day it has to wane.

Just act natural like the Sun,

That shines heavily in the noon;

But even it has to set,

Making a way for the moon.

Just act natural like the water,

That relaxes your exhausted feet;

It touches the sand on the shores,

Rising in majestic tides and then recedes....

It was a moonless night. I had been to my village then. It was Saturday evening. I was walking around in the farms where I filled my lungs with fresh air. However, something was wierd. An eerie silence engulfed me. Something was strange today. No crickets were chirping. All those irritating bugs were quiet. I looked at the pond. Generally it had waves rising and falling against the shore but today...

At night, I was strolling on the terrace of our new house in Mumbai. It was right beside the seashore. I felt the salt spray on my face. I, Vaidehi Bharadwaaj, along with my family shifted to Mumbai last week. Had it not been for my father’s business, I would have never left Ahmedabad. I saw the waves rising and falling against the rocks surrounding the sea. We had moved into an opulent 3 BHK in a...