Peeking from my blanket shell, to snooze the alarm

Is there light outside? Sunlight or streetlight?

Its still as dark as soot, as I take out my arm

Waking the children is going to be a fight.

Peeking from my blanket, a tog down now

So much light outside, what is the time?

I have managed to get some sleep through the sunshine somehow

Atleast there is a breeze kissing the wind chime....

A big jerk of the car made Aurora wake up and look outside the window. She was transfixed by the pallette of colours outside. The steps on the fields looked like giant waves of plants ready to absorb all the goodness of the sunlight. The mundane little huts popping up here and there brought the contrast to the waves, like little mushrooms growing out from cosy corners. Her eyes breathed in the hue...

Mary stood for a moment in the dark corner of the alley, and imagined she was alone as she was craving for a moment of peace and quiet for the past 5 hours.

Rewinding back at 8pm last evening, she had entered her first ever work party with the excitement of a little bird first learning to fly. Eat, drink, drink some more, drink till you blackout, then go home is the party mantra for most. But no...

She felt her ears turn red, as she was squashed by a group of preschoolers. Some were crying, some were asking, some were quietly staring. They all needed her but she did not know how to help! What a helpless feeling that was.

Time was ticking and it felt like long hours have passed since she had entered the children’s room and stood like a statue. Now that she has entered the battlefield of inte...

I look

Across the tiptoeing brook

To the far away hill

The house whose view gives me the chill

As I had lost

Lost my love my life in that house

Oh how much did that fire cost

Its skeleton made my sorrow arouse...

She woke up in the comfortable bed, so soft that her face snugly sunk in her pillow. She looked at the bright sunshine bathing her room. “Her room” - thinking about these two words made her smile. Though she tried to push away the next pictures that came to her mind, she couldnt. Her brain forced her to visualise the damp dark room, smell the stink of sweaty crowd. But not anymore, she was free. F...

Between the books peeked a little corner of something white. As Arit decided to start cleaning his father’s belongings, he had started with the books. Books were his father’s(baba’s) world. He remembered lazy Sundays when his bookworm baba snuggled in his cosy chair early morning with a big fat novel, and finished it the same night, reluctantly occasionally getting up for necessary chores. As he g...

He pretended not to notice as she entered the room and glanced furtively at the little box on the table. She pretended not to notice the little box. It was these pretences which kept them in their own bubbles.

He is a retired professor busy with his laptop, researching on places of wonder and events of interest. She is busy feeding, caring and nurturing everyone in their huge family, including hi...

Bow shaped eyes drenched with mascara, lips plumped with blood red lipstick - she has tried her best to be beautiful. But her eyes are hunting for the next prey, her lips are contorted in disgust. Her disgust for the world which never treats her well. Her figure is odd, square shaped and fat, for all she can quench her hunger with are thrown away chips and unwanted junk food. Is she not the uglies...

“Her hands grew as tall as she could summon”

Ma said slowly with a halt

“She loved her rice with a drop of lemon

And a pinch of black coarse salt”

“She was pretty as a rose

Stole everyone’s gaze

No one ever bothered to look at her toes

Because they were something to amaze”

“Because her toes all pointed backward

When she craved for a lemon she stretched her hand

Until she touched the lemon tree i...