*Losing a little bit of myself*

Ruma Masi sat in her favorite arm chair with her feet propped up on a small, square shaped, blue cushioned ottoman. Wearing a floral long sleeved house dress, a golden rim glasses perched on her nose ...

*Aabha*

I have a man in my life – a man about whom I rarely speak of but he is never away from my thoughts. A man who isn’t part of my social world, but my existence is incomplete without him. A man I...

*His and Her*

She loved pink, but her favourite colour was blue. Her wardrobe sported different shades of it and she wore them without second thoughts. He loved blue, but pink looked so good on him too. A lush pink...

*My Hero*

When I fall and get hurt… Ma: My baby. Oh My little Baby! (And she cries along) Dad: Rushes me to the doctor while consoling me and Ma. All the while his heart thudding with fear and praying that I ...

*Just Another Day in a Mother’s Life*

Today, like every weekday morning was chaos at home. She rushed from bedroom to kitchen and everywhere around in the house like a disturbed alien with four eyes and ten hands. Finding matching socks, ...

*Ready to say Goodbye*

It was a splendid summer morning with clear blue skies. The gulmohar trees, laden with yellow and red flowers were swaying gently to the warm breeze. It was a perfect day for kids to go cycling, playi...

*First Steps*

“Those first steps are always difficult, but I am right next to you if you falter,” said the ecstatic, teary eyed mother to her little son. Standing at the threshold of freedom, taking his first s...

*April Joys*

April Rose didn’t bother anymore when people assumed “Ah, so you are an April baby!” But she cringed at new acquaintances, who with their half-wit smiles pose the question “you were born on 1s...

*Ramblings of The Lonely Night*

  THE NIGHT calls out; Her wails reaching sleepy ears. The sky is remorse for its shade of grey which it once loved. The moon feels lonely; a forlorn smile part of its countenance. Even the stars are...

*Daddy Dear*

“Daddy, can you tell me what you are…” little Ayaan had a question for his school assignment. “I am busy son” was his father’s abrupt reply without even cheating a look away from the telly...