Last night I kept observing our daughter. There was something different about her style of eating. She was doing it the way you did eight years back. I was following the manner in which she kept reloading her plate with the food my mother prepared similar to the way you did when you first came … More The Atypical You
Dear brother, A phone call from you yesterday night sent me into a state of shock. You gave me some terrible news which left me speechless for a minute or so before I could console you or rather act like I was fine and was sure that nothing awful would occur. You shared with me … More A Secret Note…For You, From Me.
He walked up to the stage to receive his degree. His eyes searched for someone and I knew it searched for me. The vice chancellor conferred upon him the title of the ‘Best Student’ for the academic year 2010-11. He was happy, so was I. The crowd burst into applause as he received his degree. … More A Page From Our Memoir
I stood there listening to him for almost an hour. He continued, “You can never lead a happy life unless you are happy. You cannot keep the people around you happy if you are not a satisfied soul. The lost personality that you will remain will destroy many more lives. Just speak up. Just set … More The Search For Me
The flight was announced and I proceeded to board. I was on my way to my ancestral home in Delhi. It was going to be a long flight from Frankfurt to Delhi. I settled down at the allotted seat and was preparing to sleep throughout the journey. The seat next to mine remained empty. I … More A Traitor’s Account
The school bus waited for her at the corner of the lane. “Bye mom,” she waved out to her mother. Her mother, in her late thirties waved back at her. I never forgot to notice those tears that rolled down her cheeks as she waved out to her daughter. She forced herself to smile. The … More The Angel
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He──My Brother By Elsa Thomas He looked handsome in a zardozi coloured bandgagla. A silver brooch was pinned to it. He looked nothing less than a prince from an Indian masala flick. He looked perfect. As he walked out of his palatial house, he stopped and turned back. His eyes were…